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NEW AND ENLARGED EDITION. 



New-York : 

A. D. F. RANDOLPH & CO., 

770 BROADWAY. 

1869. 



Digitized by the Internet Archive 

in 2012 with funding from 

Princeton Theological Seminary Library 



http://archive.org/details/landoflOOnewy 



A few of the following poeni3 may be conrid- 
ered a3 rather imitations than translations, al- 
though the ideas and structure are too much bor- 
rowed to allow them to be called original. It is 
hoped this small Selection may give pleasure to 
some who are not acquainted with the German 
language, and lead others to explore farther for 
themselves its treasures of devotional poetry 

Edixbtjegh, December, 1803. 



CONTENTS. 



A gentle Angel walketh throughout a world of 

woe, ^. 71 

Ah ! grieve not so, nor so lament, 41 

Ah ! this heart is void and chill, T8 

All things are yours ! Oh ! sweet message of 

mercy divine ! 61 

Arise ! ye lingering saints arise ! 25 

Be still, my soul ! — the Lord is on thy side, 84 

Behold me here, in grief draw near, 33 

Come, brothers, let us onward, 43 

Come forth ! come on, with solemn song ! . . . . 108 
Darkness reigns— the hum of life's commo- 
tion, 20 

Depart, my child ! the Lord thy spirit calls, . . 23 

Flow, my tears, flow still faster, 92 

God calling yet !— and shall I never hearken, 100 

Here is my heart ! my God, I give it Thee,. . . 10 

Ho w blessed, from the bonds of sin, , . 54 



6 CONTENTS. 

How weary and how worthless this life at 

times appears ! 85 

I have had my days of blessing, 102 

I journey forth rejoicing, 59 

I rest with Thee, Lord ! whither should I go ? 103 

I will love Thee, all my treasure ! 67 

If only He is mine, 96 

Jesus, still lead on, 22 

Jesus, Sun of Righteousness, 74 

Jesus ! what was that which drew Thee, 79 

41 Jesus' hour is not yet come," 88 

Lord, the waves are breaking o'er me and 

around, 56 

Meet again ! yes, we shall meet again, 95 

My Father is the mighty Lord, 45 

My God with me in every place, 27 

My God ! I know that I must die, 34 

My Jesus, as Thou wilt ! 47 

Never couldst thou bear to grieve us, 39 

silent Lamb ! for me Thou hast endured,. . . 104 

Oh ! how blessed are ye, saints forgiven, 23 

Oh! sweetest words that Jesus could have 

sought, 63 

Once a merchant travelled far and wide, 81 

Our beloved have departed, 77 



CONTEXTS. 7 

Praise to Jehovah ! the almighty King of Cre- 
ation ! 107 

Quietly rest the woods and dales, 82 

Rejoice, all ye believers, 51 

Remember me, my God ! remember me, 11 

Return, return ! 75 

Smiling, a bright-eyed seraph bent, 53 

Sun of comfort, art thou fled for ever ? 65 

Thou shalt rise ! my dust, thou shalt arise !.. 110 

Tremble not, though darkly gather, IS 

"Weary, waiting to depart, 86 

"We praise and bless Thee, gracious Lord, .... 90 

Weep not, Jesus lives on high, 14 

What no human eye hath seen, Ill 

What mean ye by this wailing, 69 

What shall I be, my Lord, when I behold 

Thee, 93 

Will that not joyful be, 9 

Yes! our Shepherd lead3 with gentle hand,.. 49 



8 CONTENTS 

From Page 113. 

Joy in Believing, 114 

Lowly, 116 

The Christian Cross, US 

Song of the Sojourner, 119 

The Christian Household, 121 

The Two Journeys, 123 

A Little While, 125 

Shadow and Substance, 127 

The Missionary on the Sea-Shore, 129 

Sabbath Morning Hymn, 130 

Charity. 132 

We too are Thine, 133 

Submission, 135 

A Pastor's Parting Words, 140 

Be Thou my Friend, 142 

As Thou wilt, 144 

Sabbath Hymn, 146 

What pleases God, 14S 

At Last, 150 

The Graveyard, 152 

Funeral Hymn, 154 

Ministering Angels, 155 

The Midnight Cry, 157 

Forever with the Lord, 153 



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JOYS TO COME. 

u Wied das nicht Freude seyn J" 

"Everlasting ioy shall be upon their heads: they I 
obtain gladness and joy." — Isa. 51 : 11. 

"Will that not joyful be, 
"When we walk by faith no more, 
"When the Lord we loved before, 

As Brother-man we see ; 
"When He welcomes us above, 
"When we share His smile of love, 

"Will that not joyful be? 

"Will not that joyful be, 
"When to meet us rise and come, 
All our buried treasures home, 

A gladsome company ! 
"When our arms embrace again, 
Those we mourned so long in vain, 

"Will that not joyful be ? 



10 HYMNS FROM THE 

Will that not joyful be, 
When the foes we dread to meet, 
Every one beneath our feet 

We tread triumphantly ! 
When we never more can know 
Slightest touch of pain or woe, 

Will that not joyful be? 



Will that not joyful be, 
When we hear what none can tell, 
And the ringing chorus swell 

Of angels' melody I 
When we join their songs of praiso, 
Hallelujahs with them raise, 

Will that not joyful be? 



Yes ! that will joyful be j 
Let the world her gifts recall, 
There is bitterness in all : 

Her joys are vanity ! 
Courage, dear ones of my heart ! 
Though it grieves us here to part, 

There we will joyful be ! 

H. C. TON Souweinitz. 



LAXB OF LUTHEB. 11 

DYING PETITIONS. 

■ Gedexks mein, mein Gott." 

y Remember me, my God ! remember me, 
In hour of deepest woe ; 
Thou art my only hope, my only plea, 

Against th' accusing foe. 
Oh ! show me now Thy full salvation, 
Oh ! hear my dying supplication ! 

Remember me!" 

" I think on thee, believer ! tremble not, 
Thy Saviour still is near : 
Here is my cross, my blood to cleanse 
each spot, 
My promises to cheer. 
Is not my love unchanged, unshaken ? 
How shall mine own be e'er forsaken ? 
I think on thee !" 

u Remember me ! man's help can naught 
avail 
In the dark valley's shade ; 
My strength must faint, my flesh ar.d 
heart must fail, 

Oh ! haste Thou to mine aid I 
Silence and darkness o'er me stealing, 
Oh I be Thou still thyself revealing, — 
Remember me I" 



12 HYMNS FROM THE 

"I think on thee ! soon in the tetter land 
Thou shalt with me rejoice ; 
The harps of heaven are waiting for thy 
hand, 
The chorus for thy voice : 
The angel bands are round thee bending, 
Thy parting spirit close attending, — 

I think on thee !" 



" Remember me ! by Thine own hour of 
pain, 

Appear in mine to save 
Smooth for my rest the couch where Thou 
hast lain, 
The pillow of the grave ; 
And while the years of time are flying, 
In that lone place of darkness lying, — 
Remember me !" 



"I think on thee! thine own "Redeemer 
lives, 

Thy hope shall not be vain : 
"When the last trump its solemn summons 
gives, 

Thou shalt arise again. 
Now, go in peace, securely sleeping, 
Thy dust is safe in angels' keeping, — 

I think on thee l" 



LAXD OF LUTHER, 13 

M Eemember me, and the afflicted band 
"Whom I must leave behind ! 
Pour consolation from Thine own rich 
hand 

On mourning heart and mind. 
Oh ! hear this one, this last petition, 
Then shall I go in glad submission, — 

Eemember me ." 



[ think on thee ! with that sad band of 
love 

I will in mercy deal ; 
My tender sympathy their souls shall 
prove 

My Spirit's power to heal. 
The long-sought bliss shall yet be given, 
The lost of earth are found in heaven, — 
I think on thee !" 



11 Now, sweetly sleep ! angels thy soul re- 
ceive, 

And bear to Jesus' breast i 
Long in our hearts thy memory shall live, 

Here let thy body rest. 
Secure from earthly pain and sorrow, 
Till dawns the resurrection morrow. 

Now, sweetly sleep!" 
cWeka>-ntes. 



14 HYMNS FROM THE 

WEEP NOT. 



" Tug Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping."- -PaLtM 
6:8. 

"Weep not — Jesus lives on high, 

sad and wearied one ! 
If thou with the burden sigh, 
Of grief thou canst not shun, 
Trust Him still, 
Soon there will 
Roses in the thicket stand, 
Goshen smile in Egypt's land. 

Weep not — Jesus thinks of theo 

When all beside forget, 
And on thee so lovingly 
His faithfulness has set, 

That though all 
Ruin'd fall, 
Every thing on earth be shaken, 
Thou wilt never be forsaken. 

Weep not — Jesus heareth thee, 
Hears thy moanings broken, 
Hears when thou right wearily 
All thy grief hast spoken. 

Raise thy cry, 
He is nigh, 



LAND OF LUTHER. 15 

And when waves roll full in view, 
He shall fix their "Hitherto." 

"Weep not — Jesus loveth thee, 

Though all around may scorn, 
And though poison'd arrows be 
Upon thy buckler borne, 

With His love, 
Naught can move ; 
All may fail — yet only wait, 
He shall make the crooked straight 

Weep not — Jesus cares for thee, 
Then what of good can fail ? 
Why shouldst thou thus gloomily 
At thought of trouble quail ? 
He will bear 
All thy care ; 
And if He the burden take, 
He will all things perfect make, 

Weep not — Jesus comforts thee, 

He yet shall come and save, 
And each sorrow thou shalt see* 
Lie buried in thy grave. 

Sin shall die, 
Grief shall fly, 
Thou hast wept thy latest tears 
When the Lord of life appears ! 

B. SCHMOLX 



16 HYMNS FROM THE 

HERE IS MY HEART ! 

a Hier ist mein Hera." 
K My son, give me thine heart."— Peov. 23 : 26. 

Here is my heart ! — my God, I give it 
Thee; 
I heard Thee call and say, 
'Not to the world, my child, but unto 
me," — 

I heard, and will obey. 
Here is love's offering to my King, 
"Which in glad sacrifice I bring. 
Here is my heart. 

Here is my heart ! — surely the gift, though 
poor, 

My God will not despise ; 
Vainly and long I sought to make it pure 
To meet Thy searching eyes : 
Corrupted first in Adam's fall, 
The stains of sin pollute it all. 
My guilty heart ! 

Here is my heart! — my heart so hard 
before, 
Now by Thy grace made meet ; 
Yet bruised and wearied, it can only 
pour 
Its anguish at Thy feet ; 



LAND OF LUTHER. 17 

It groans beneath the weight of sin, 
It sigh3 salvation's joy to win. 

My mourning heart ! 

Here is my heart ! — in Christ it3 longings 
end, 
Xear to His cross it draws ; 
It says, " Thou art my portion, my 
friend ! 

Thy blood my ransom was." 
And in the Saviour it has found 
"What blessedness and peace abound. 
^Ly trusting heart ! 

3ere is my heart ! — ah! Holy Spirit, come, 

Its nature to renew, 
And consecrate it wholly as Thy home, 
A temple fair and true. 
Teach it to love and serve Thee more, 
To fear Thee, trust Thee, and adore. 
My cleansed heart ! 

Here is my heart ! — it trembles to dra^ 
near 

The glory of Thy throne ; 
Give it the shining robe Thy servant? 
wear, 
Of righteousness Thine own : 
Its pride and folly chase away, 
And all its vanity, I pray. 

Mv humbled heart ! 
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18 HYMNS FROM THE 

Here is my heart ! — teach it, Lord, to 
cling 
In gladness unto Thee ; 
And in the day of sorrow still to sing, 
" Welcome, my God's decree." 
Believing, all its journey through, 
That Thou art wise, and just, and true. 
My waiting heart ! 

Here is my heart I — Friend of friends, 
be near 

To make each tempter fly ; 
And when my latest foe I wait with fear, 
Give me the victory ! 
Gladly on Thy love reposing, 
Let me say, when life is closing, 
"Here is my heart !" 

EHRENFRIED LlEDlCH, 



DISCIPLINE. 

"Zage nicht." 

Tremble noi^ though darkly gather 
Clouds and tempests o'er thy sky, 

Still believe thy Heavenly Father 
Loves thee best when storms are nigh, 



LAINT) CF LUTHER. 19 

When the sun of fortune shineth 
Long and brightly on the heart, 

Soon its fruitfulness declineth, 
Parched and dry in every part. 

Then the plants of grace have faded 

In the dry and burning soil ; 
Thorns and briers their growth have 
shaded — 

Earthly cares and earthly toil. 

But the clouds are seen ascending ; 

Soon the heavens are overcast ; 
And the weary heart is bending 

'Neath affliction's stormy blast. 

Yet the Lord, on high presiding, 

Eules the storm with powerful hand ; 

He the shower of grace is guiding, 
To the dry and barren land. 

See, at length the clouds are breaking- 
Tempests have not pass'd in vain : 

For the soul, revived, awaking, 
Bears its fruits and flowers again. 

Love divine nas seen and counted 

Every tear it caus'd to fall, 
And the storm which love appointed, 

Was its choicest gift of alL 



20 HYMNS FROM THE 



A MOTHER'S PRAYER IN THE 
3STIGHT. 

Darkness reigns — the hum of life's com? 
motion 

On the listening ear no longer breaks ; 
Stars are shining on the deep blue ocean, 

All is silent — Love alone awakes. 

Love on earth its lonely vigils keeping, 
Love in heaven, that rests or slumbers 
not; 
Peace, my anxious heart! though thou 
wert sleeping, 
Love divine has ne'er its charge forgot. 

And for you, my brightest earthly flowers, 
You, my children, Love divine has cared ; 

Sleep, beloved onesl through these dark 
hours — 
Angels by your pillow watch and guard. 

Here the winged messengers of heaven, 
As beheld at Bethel, come and go — 

Angel guardians, whom the Lord has given, 
To each little one while here below. 

Thou, Saviour, while on earth residing, 
Never didst Thou scorn a mother's prayer : 



LAND OP LUTHER. 21 

Faith may still behold Thee here abiding — 
Still commend her treasures to Thy care. 

"Were not all my hope on Thee reposing, 
Thou sole refuge lor a sinner's fears, 
' Then, the future all its ill disclosing, 
I could give my children only tears. 

From their earthly parents they inherit 
Xaught save sin and weakness, grief and 
pain: 

Give them, Lord, thine all-sufficient merit, 
Spiritual birth and life again. 

Hide and guard them in Thy tender arms, 

Till the wilderness of life be past ; 
Save them from temptation's fatal charms, 
Seal them for Thine own, from first to 
last. 
Let Thy rod and staff in mercy lead them 

In the footsteps of Thy flock below, 
Till 'mid heavenly pastures Thou shalt feed 
them, 
"Where the streams of life eternal flow. 
CircisroPKE Agtk. 



22 HYMNS FROM THE 

JESUS, STILL LEAD ON. 

" JesCj, geh voran.' > 
"They forsook all, and followed him."— Luke 5 : li. 

Jesus, still lead on, 

Till our rest be won ! 
And although the way be cheerless, 
We will follow, calm and fearless. 

Guide us by thy hand 

To our Fatherland. 

If the way be drear, 

If the foe be near, 
Let not faithless fears o'ertake us, 
Let not faith and hope forsake us : 

For, through many a foe, 

To our home we go! 

When we seek relief 
Prom a long-felt grief — 
When oppressed by new temptation^ 
Lord, increase and perfect patience. 
Show us that bright shore 
Where we weep no more I 

Jesus, still lead on, 
Till our rest be won ! 



LAND OF LUTHER. 23 

Heavenly Leader, still direct us, 
Still support, console, protect us. 

Till we safely stand 

Ii i our Fatherland ! 

LUDWIG TON ZlNZEHDORF. 



TO A DYING CHILD. 

u Zjtcch-hix, mein Kind." 

Depart, my child! the Lord thy spirit 
calls 
To leave a world of woe : 
Sad on my heart the heavenly summons 
falls, 
Yet since He wills it so, 
I calm the rising agitation, 
And say, with humble resignation, 

Depart, my child ! 

Depart, my child ! lent for a little while 
Our drooping hearts to cheer : 

Dear is thy loving voice, thy gentle smile, 
Ah ! who can tell how dear ? 

The sands are run, too quickly falling : 

The Giver comes, His own recalling. 
Depart, my child 1 



24 HYMNS FROM T5E 

Depart, my child I enjoy in heaven's pure 
day 
"What earth must still deny ; 
Here many a storm awaits thy longer 
way, 
And many a tear thine eye. 
Go, where the flowers have never faded, 
Where love may smile unchilled, unshaded. 
Depart, my child ! 

Depart, my child! soon shall we meet 
again 
In the good land of rest : 
Thou goest, happy one I ere grief or pain 

Have reached thy gentle breast. 
Happy, our thorny path forsaking, 
From life's vain dream so early waking. 
Depart, my child ! 

Depart, my child! angels are bending 
down 
To set thy spirit free ; 
The Saviour holds in heaven the golden 
crown 
He won on earth for thee. 
Yes ! now in Him thou art victorious : 
Go, share His rest and triumph glorious. 
Depart, my child ! 
Gottfried Hoffmann. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 25 

ARISE! 

" Wachet auf." 

Arise ! ye lingering saints, arise I 
Remember that the might of grace, 

"When guilty slumbers sealed your eyes, 
Awakened you to run the race ; 

And let not darkness round you fall, 

But hearken to the Saviour's calL 

Arise ! 

Arise ! because the night of sin 
Must flee before the light of day ; 

God's glorious G-ospel, shining in, 

Must chase the midnight gloom away : 

Tou can not true disciples be 

If you still walk in vanity. 

Arise ! 

Arise ! although the flesh be weak, 

The spirit willing is and true, 
And servants of the Master seek 

To follow where it guideth to. 
Beloved ! oh, be wise indeed. 
And let the spirit ever lead. 

Arise. 

Arise ! because our Serpent-foe, 
Unwearied, strives by day and night, 



26 HT1LXS FROM THE 

Remembers time is short below, 

And wrestles on with hellish might. 
Then boldly grasp both sword and shield : 
Who slumbers on the battle-field ? 

Arise! 

Arise ! before that hour unknown — 
The hour of death that comes ere long, 

And comes not to the weak alone, 
But co the mighty and the strong. 

Beloved ! oft in spirit dwell 

Upon the hour that none can tell. 

Arise ! 

Arise ! that you prepared may stand, 
Before the coming of the Lord ; 

The day of wrath draws nigh at hand, 
According to th' eternal Word. 

Ah ! think, perhaps this day shall see 

The dawning of eternity ! 

Arise ! 

Arise ! it is the Master's will: 
No more His heavenly voice despise, 

Why linger with the dying still ? 
He calls — Arouse you, and arise I 

No longer slight the Saviour's call, 

It sounds to you, to me, to all. 

Arise! 



LAND OF LUTHER. 27 

GOD WITH ME. 

" Gott bei mir in jedem Ort." 

" Whe* thou passest through the waters, I will be wit\ 
thee ; and through the rivors, they shall not overflow the* ; 
when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned j 
teither shall the flame kindle upon thee." — Isa. 43 : 2. 

My G-od with me in every place ! 

Firmly does the promise stand, 
On land or sea, with present grace 

Still to aid us near at hand. 

If you ask, "Who is with thee?" 

God is here — my God with me 1 

JSTo depth, nor prison, nor the grave, 
Can exclude Him from His own ; 

His cheering presence still I have, 
If in crowds or all alone. 
In whatever state I be, 
Everywhere is God with me I 

My God for me ! I dare to say — 

God the portion of my soul 1 
Nor need I tremble in dismay 

"When around me troubles roll. 

If you ask, "What comforts thee?* 

It is this — God is for me ! 

Ah ! faith has seen Him cradled lie, 
Here on earth a weeping child ; 



28 HYMNS FROM THE 

Has seen Him for my vileness die— 
He, the sinless, un&enled ! 
And thus I know it true to be, 
God, my Saviour, is for me ! 

In life, in death, with God so near, 

Every battle I shall win, 
Shall boldly press through dangers here^ 

Triumph over every sin ! 

" What I" you say, " a victor be ?" 
No, not I, but God in me ! 

C. F. Zeller. 



THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 

" Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from hence- 
forth : Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their 
labors; and their works do follow them." — Rev. 14 : K$. 

"0 wie selig seyd ihr doch, ihr Frommen." 

CHURCH ON EARTH. 

"Oh! how blessed are ye, saints for- 
given, 
Through the gate o death now safe in 
heaven, 

All trials over, 
All the ills, wlrch round us darkly 
hover 1" 



LAXD OF LUTHER, 29 

CHURCH Df HEAVEN. 

"Yes, dear friends, our joys are still in- 
creasing, 
Our songs of praise are new and never 
ceasing, 

All preparing 
For the time when you shall all be shar- 
ing." 

CHURCH OX EARTH. 

u ^Y"e are now as in a prison dwelling, 
Storms of care and trouble o'er us swell- 
in * • 

All around us 
Only sins and griefs, to snare and wound 



CHURCH IX HEAVEX. 

"Ah, beloved friends! be not complain- 
ing, 
Wish not joy while still on earth remain- 
ing, 

Be still confiding 
In your Father's love and tender guid- 
ing." 

CHURCH OX EARTH. 

u In your quiet home so gently resting, 
Safe for evermore from all molesting. 



30 HYMNS FROM THE 

No care or sorrow 
Can you feel to-day, or fear to-morrow 1 M 

CHURCH IN HEAVEN. 

u In your conflicts we were once engaging, 
Long with sin and Satan warfare wag- 
ing; 

All your distresses 
Once were ours, to weary and oppress 
us." 

CHURCH ON EARTH. 

" Christ has wiped away your every tear ; 
You enjoy what we are seeking here, 

The harps of heaven 
Sound in strains to mortals never given.* 

CHURCH IN HEAVEN. 

" Yet in patience run the race before you, 
Long for heaven, where Love is watch- 
ing o'er you : 

Sow in weeping — 
Soon the fruit with joy you shall be reap- 
ing." 

CHURCH ON EARTH. 

" Come, com© quickly, long expected Je- 
sus, 
From all sin and sorrow to release us, 



LAXD OF LUTHER. 31 

Quickly take us 
To Thyself and blest for ever make us f " 

CHURCH DT HEATED. 

M Ah, beloved souls! your palms victo- 
rious, 
Golden harps, and thrones of triumph 
glorious, 

All are waiting : 
Follow on with courage unabating." 

CHORUS. 

u Let us join to praise His name for ever, 
To us both of every good the Giver. 

Life undying 
We shall each obtain, on Him relying. 

u Praise Him, men on earth, and saints in 
heaven ! 
To the Lamb be praise and glory given — 

Praise unending, 
Glory through eternity extending !" 

SQCON DAOXL 



32 HYMNS FROM THE 

EVENING HYMN. 

" Nun ruhen alio Waelder." 

Quietly rest the woods and dale% 
Silence round the hearth prevails, 

The world is all asleep : 
Thou, my soul, in thought arise, 
Seek thy Father in the skies, 
And holy vigils with Him keep. 

Sun, where hidest thou thy light ? 
Art thou driven hence by Night. 

Thy dark and ancient foe ? 
Go ! another Sun is mine — 
Jesus comes with light divine, 
To cheer my pilgrimage below. 

Now that day has passed away, 
Golden stars in bright array 
Bespangle the blue sky : 
Bright and clear, so would I stand. 
When I hear my Lord's command 
To leave this earth, and upward fly. 

Now this body seeks for rest, 
From its vestments all undrest, 

Types of mortality : 
Christ shall give mo soon to wear. 
Garments beautiful and fair — 
White robes of glorious majesty. 



LAXD OF LUTHER. 33 

Head, and feet, and hands, once more 
Joy to think of labor o'er. 

And night with gladness see. 
my heart 1 thou too shalt know- 
Rest from all thy toil below, 
Ind from earth's turmoil soon be free. 

Weary limbs, now rest ye here ; 
Safe from danger and from fear, 
Seek slumber on this bed : 
Deeper rest ere long to share, 
Other hands shall soon prepare 
My narrow couch among the dead. 

While my eyes I gently close, 
Stealing o'er me soft repose, 

Who shall my guardian be ? 
Soul and body now I leave, 
(And Thou wilt the trust receive,) 
Israel's Watchman ! unto Thee. 

my friends ! from you this day 
May all ill have fled away, 

No danger near have come. 
Now, my God, these dear ones keep ; 
Give to my beloved sleep, 
And angels send to guard their home ! 

Paul Gebhamv 



34 HYMNS FROM THE 



MY GOD ! I KNOW THAT I MUST 
DIE. 

u Mbin Gott ! ich weiss wohl dass icb. sterbe." 
Job 14 : 11, 12. 

My God I I know that I must die — 
My mortal life is passing hence 

On earth I neither hope nor try 
To find a lasting residence. 

Then teach me by Thy heavenly grace, 

With joy and peace my -death to face. 

My God ! I know not when I die, 
What is the moment or the hour — 

How soon the clay may broken he, 
How quickly pass away the flower ; 

Then may Thy child prepared be 

Through time to meet Eternity. 

My God ! I know not Jiow I die, 

For death has many ways to come- 
In dark mysterious agony, 
' Or gently as a sleep to some. 
Just as Thou wilt ! if but it be 
For ever blessed, Lord, with Theo. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 35 

My God ! I know not where I die, 
"Where is my grave, beneath what 
strand, 

Tet from its gloom I do rely 
To be delivered by Thy hand. 

Content, I take what spot is mine, 

Since all the earth, my Lord, is Thine. 

3Iy gracious God ! when I must die, 
Oh ! bear my happy soul above, 

With Christ, my Lord, eternally 
To share Thy glory and Thy love ! 

Then come3 it right and well to me, 

When, where, and how my death shall 
bo. B. Sohholk. 



LIGHT IN DARKNESS. 

"All things work together for good to them that love 
Bod."— Rom. 8 : 28. 

How weary and how worthless this life at 

times appears 1 
What days of heavy musings, what hours 

of bitter tears 1 
How dark the storm-clouds gather along 

the wintry skies! 
How desolate and cheerless the path before 

us lies I 



36 HYMNS FROM THE 

And yet these days of dreariness are sent 
us from above : 

They do not come in anger, but in faithful- 
ness and love ; 

They come to teach us lessons which bright 
ones could not yield, 

And to leave us blest and thankful when 
their purpose is fulfilled. 

They come to draw us nearer to our Father 

and our Lord, 
More earnestly to seek His face, to listen 

to His word. 
And to feel, if now around us a desert land 

we see, 
Without the star of promise, what would 

its darkness be ! 

They come to lay us lowly, and humbled in 
the dust, 

^.H self-deception swept away, all creature- 
hope and trust ; 

J)ur helplessness, our vileness, our guilti- 
ness to own, 

And flee, for hope and refuge, to Christ, and 
Christ alone. 

They come to break the fetters which here 

detain '.is fast, 
And force our long reluctant hearts to rise 

to hsaven at last ■ 



LANS OF LUTHEH. 37 

And brighten every prospect of that eternal 

home, 
Where grief and disappointment and fear 

can never come, 

Then turn not in despondence, poor weary 

heart, away, 
But meekly journey onwards, through the 

dark and cloudy day ; 
Even now the bow of promise is above 

thee painted bright, 
And soon a joyful morning shall dissipate 

the night. 

Thy God hath not forgot thee, and, when 

He sees it best, 
"Will lead thee into sunshine, will give thee 

bowers of rest ; 
And all thy pain and sorrow, when the 

pilgrimage is o'er, 
Shall end in heavenly blessedness, and joys 

for evermore I Spi?ta. 



88 HYMXS FROM THE 

LET ME FIND THEE! 

*Skbk ye the Lord while lie may be found."— Is*. C5 : A 
** Sikh, hier bin ich, Ehren-Koenig." 

Behold me here, in grief draw near, 
Pleading at Thy throne, King I 

To Thee each tear, each trembling fear, 
Jesus, Son of man ! I bring. 

Let me rind Thee, — let me find Tbee — 
Me, a vile and worthless thing ! 

Look down in love, and from above, 

With Thy Spirit satisfy ; 
Thou hast sought me, Thou hast bought mo 

And Thy purchase, Lord, am I. 
Let me find Thee, — let me find Thee, 

Here on earth, and then on high ! 

No other prayer to Thee I bear, 

my Lord, but only this : 
To share Thy grace, to see Thy face, 

And to know Thy people's bliss. 
Let me find Thee, — let me find Thee—* 

Thee to find is blessedness ! 

Hear the broken, scarcely spoken 
Utterance of my heart to Thee ; 

Ail the crying, all the sighing, 
Of Thy child accepted be. 



LAND OF LUTH£R. 3> 

Let me find Thee, — let me find Thee : 
Thus my soul longs vehemently I 

Worldly pleasures, earthly treasures, 
Joys and honors, will not stay ; 

They often pain, and, oh I how vain, 
Looking to eternity ! 

Let me find Thee, — let me find Thee, 
Find Thee, my God, this day ! 

Joachim Xeander. 



GRIEF AND CONSOLATION BY 
A MOTHER'S DEATH-BED. 

"Klage tmd Trost." 

" Xever couldst thou bear to grieve us— 

Dearest mother, why to-day ? 

"Wherefore wilt thou thus forsake us, 

Why, oh ! why refuse to stay?" 

u Were it but our Father's will, 

Gladly had I tarried still." 

u Mother, see the bursting anguish 

Of thy dear ones, loved so well ; 

See our eyes with grief o'erflowing— 

Grief which words refuse to tell \ n 

" Children, bid me not remain : 

Let me see our Carl again 1" 



40 HYMNS FROM THE 

" Ah ! and art thou really going 

To that dark and distant shore ? 

All our cares, our joys, our sorrows, 

All forgotten, shared no morel" 

" Children, think not, say not so— 

To the land of love I go." 

"From the circle of affection, 

Mother, must thou next depart ? 
All ! how many a link is broken 
Once uniting heart to heart!" 
" Closer draw that gentle chain 
Round the lov'd who yet remain." 

' Canst thou then so gladly leave us ? 

Is our grief unheeded now ? 
For thine eye is brightly beaming, 
Calm and cloudless is thy brow." 
" Yes ! for faith, and hope, and love, 
Draw me to my Lord above." 

' Yet even there, in bliss undying, 
"When thou numberest thine own, 
Mother, shall not we be wanting — 
We, who here in bondage groan ?" 
" Come, beloved ! quickly come, 
Join me in our heavenly home !" 

MoWEft 



LANT) OF LUTHER. 41 

AH! GBIEVE NOT SO. 

•GoDUXEaa with contentment is great gain."— 1 Txi. I 
u Xicut so traurig, nicht so sehr." 

Ah ! grieve not so, nor so lament, 
My soul ! nor troubled sigh, 

Because some joys to others sent 
Thy Father may deny ; 

Take all as love that seems severe — 

There is no want if G-od is near. 

There is no right thou canst demand, 
Xo title thou canst claim ; 

For all are strangers in the land 
TFho bear the human name : 

Earth and its treasures are the Lord's, 

And He the lot of each accords. 

How thankless art thou, child of man ! 

For favors that abound ; 
Thy God has given thee eyes to scan 

The glory all around ; 
Tet seldom for thi3 priceless sight, 
Hast thou been heard to praise aright 

Number thy limbs, thy members tell, 
And ask thy thankless soul, 

If to another thou wouldst sell 
The smallest of the whole. 



42 HYMNS FROM THJ3 

There is not one from which thy heart 
Would willingly submit to part. 

Now, go and search the depths of mind, 
Explore its wondrous power, 

New proofs of benefits to find, 
That meet thee every hour ; 

More than the sand upon the shore, 

And ever rising more and more. 

He knows, who lives on Zion's hill, 
What we in truth require ; 

Knows too how many blessings still 
This flesh and blood desire ; 

And could He safely all bestow, 

He would not let thee sorrowing go. 

Thou wert not born that earth should be 
A portion fondly sought ; 

Look up to heaven, and smiling see 
Thy shining, golden lot ! 

Honors and joys, which thou shalt share, 

Unending and unenvied there 1 

Then journey on to life and bliss, 
God will protect to heaven ; 

And every good that meets thee is 
A blessing wisely given. 

If losses come, so let it be — 

The God of heaven remains with thee. 
Paul Gerhard 



LAND OF LUTHER. 43 



PILGRIM SONG. 



Hsr3 we have eo continuing cUv, but seek one to come." 
~Hsb. 13: 14. 



u Eommt, Kinder, lasst uns gehen." 

Come, brothers, let us onward — 
Night comes without delay ; 
And in this howling desert 
It is not good to stay. 
Take courage, and bo strong, 
"We are hasting on to heaven : 
Strength for warfare will be given, 
And glory won ere long. 

The Pilgrim's path of trial 

"We do not fear to view ; 
"We know His voice who calls us, 
"We know Him to be true. 
Then, let who will contemn, 
But, strong in His almighty grace, 
Come, every one, with steadfast face, 
On to Jerusalem ! 

If we would walk as pilgrims, 
We must not riches heap — 

Much treasure to have gathered 
But makes the way more steep. 



44 HYMNS FROM THE 

We march with laggard speed 
Till every weight is cast aside— 
Till with the little satisfied 

That pilgrimage can need. 

Here, all unknown we wander, 

Despised on every hand, 
Unnoticed, save when slighted 
As strangers in the land. 
Our joys they will not share, 
Yet sing, — that they may catch the scrjj 
Of heaven, and the happy throng 
That now await us there I 

Come, gladly let us onward, 

Hand in hand still go, 
Each helping one another 

Through all the way below. 
One family of love, 
Oh ! let no voice of strife bo heard, 
No discord, by the angel-guard 
Who watch us from above. 

brothers ! soon is ended 

The journey we've begun ; 
Endure a little longer, 

The race will soon be run. 
And in the land of rest, 
In yonder bright, eternal home, 
Where all the Father's loved ones come, 
We shall be safe and blest 1 



LAND OF LUTHER. 45 

Sheii boldly let us venture — 

This, this is worth the cost. 
Though dangers we encounter. 
Though every thing is lost. 
world I how vain thy call ! 
We follow Him who went before — 
We follow, to th' eternal shore, 
Jesus, our All in All ! 

GEEHAED TEESTEE3EN. 



MY FATHER IS THE MIGHTY 
LORD. 

" All things are yours."— 1 Cob. 3 : 21. 
" Mein Vater ist der grosse Herr der Welt." 

My Father is the mighty Lord, whose arm 
Spans earth and sky, and shields His child 

from harm — 
Whose still, small voice of love is yet the 

same 
As once from Horeb's fiery mount it came — 
Whose glorious works the angel-choirs de- 
clare. 
He hears their praise, and hearkens to 
my prayer. 



46 HYMNS FROM THE 

My King is God's eternal, holy Son, 

And He anoints me as a chosen one; 

He has redeemed me with His precious 

blood, 
And for unrmmber'd debts has surety 

stood ; 
He fought the foe, and drew me by His 

hand, 
Out from his camp, into His Father's land. 

My brotherhood's a circle, stretching wide 
Around one fount, although a sea divide ; 
With fathers, who behold the Lord in 

light, 
With saints unborn, who shall adore His 

might, 
With brothers, who the race of faith now 

run, 
In union and communion, I am one ! 

My journey's end lies upward and afar ; 
It glimmers bright, but vaguely as a star ; 
And oft as faith has caught some glimpse 

serene, 
So often clouds and mists obscure the 

scene ; 
Yet, in this longing ends each vision dim*— 
To see my Lord, and to be made like Him ! 

My grave, so long a dark and drear abyss, 
Is now scarce noticed on the way to bliss; 



LAND OF LUTHER. 47 

Once at the gates of Hell it yawning lay, 
Now stands as portal to the land of day ; 
It takes me to the Father's home so blest ; 
It brings me to the feast, a welcome guest. 

Lange. 



THY WILL BE DONE. 

* It is the Lord ; let him do what seemeth him good.* 
-1 Sam. 3 : 18. 

" Metn Jesu, wie du willt 1" 

My Jesus, as Thou wilt ! 

Oh ! may Thy will be mine ! 
Into Thy hand of love 

I would my all resign. 
Through sorrow, or through joy, 

Conduct me as Thine own, 
And help me still to say, 

My Lord, Thy will be done I 

My Jesus, as Thou wilt ! 

If needy here and poor, 
Give me Thy people's bread, 

Their portion rich and sure. 
The manna of Thy word 

Let my soul feed upon , 
And if all else should fail — 
My Lcrd, Thy will be dcno ! 



LS HYMNS FROM THE 

My Jesus, as Thou wilt ! 

If among thorns I go, 
Still sometimes here and there 

Let a few roses blow. 
But Thou on earth along 

The thorny path hast gone, 
Then lead me after Thee. 

My Lord, Thy will be done 1 

My Jesus, as Thou wilt ! 

Though seen through many a tear, 
Let not my star of hope 

Grow dim or disappear. 
Since Thou on earth hast wept 

And sorrowed oft alone, 
If I must weep with Thee, 

My Lord, Thy will be done ! 

My Jesus, as Thou wilt ! 

If loved ones must depart, 
Suffer not sorrow's flood 

To overwhelm my heart : 
For they are blest with Thee, 

Their race and conflict won : 
Let me but follow them. 

My Lord, Thy will be done I 

My Jesus, as Thou wilt ! 

When death itself draws nigh, 
To thy dear wounded side 

I would for refuse fly. 



LAXD OF LUTHER. 49 

Leaning on Thee, to go 

Where Thou before hast gone ; 
The rest as Thou shalt please. 

My Lord, Thy will be done ! 

My Jesus, as Thou wilt ! 

All shall be well for me : 
Each changing future scene 

I gladly trust with Thee. 
Straight to my home above 

I travel calmly on, 
And sing, in life or death, 

My Lord, Thy will be done ! 

Benjamin ScH^aiK. 



THE GOOD SHEPHERD. 

'* I will feed mv flock, and I will cause them to lie down, 
•aith the Lord God'."— Ezek. 24 : 15, 

u J a. fuehrwahr ! uns faehrt mit sanften Hand 
Ein Hirt durch Pilger-land." 

Yes! our Shepherd leads with gentle 
hand, 
Through the dark pilgrim-land, 
His flock, so dearly bought, 
So long and fondly sought. 

Hallelujah ! 

4 



60 HYMNS FROM THE 

When in clouds and mist the weak ones 
stray, 
He shows again the way, 
And points to them afar 
A bright and guiding star. 

Hallelujah I 

Tenderly He watches from on high 
With an unwearied eye ; 
He comforts and sustains, 
In all their fears and pains. 

Hallelujah ! 

Through the parch' d, dreary desert He will 
guide 
To the green fountain-side ; 
Through the dark, stormy night, 
To a calm land of light. 

Hallelujah ! 

ITos ! His " little flock 1 ' are ne'er forgot ; 
His mercy changes not : 
Our home is safe above, 
Within His arms of love. 

Hallelujah 1 

K.BUMMACUEK 






LAND OF LUTHER. 51 



BEJOICE. 



u Behold, the BridegToom cometh ; go ye oat t 
Him."— Matt. 25 : 6. 



"Ekmoteet euch, ihr Frornmen." 

Rejoice, all ye believers, 

And let your lights appear ; 
The evening is advancing, 

And darker night is near. 
The Bridegroom is arising, 

And soon He draweth nigh. 
Up ! pray, and watch, and wrestle— 

At midnight comes the cry ! 

See that your lamps are burning, 

Replenish them with oil, 
And wait for your salvation, 

The end of earthly toil. 
The watchers on the mountain 

Proclaim the Bridegroom near; 
Go, meet Him as He Cometh, 

With Hallelujahs clear 1 

Ye wise and holy virgins, 
Xow raise your voices higher, 

Till in songs of jubilee 
Thev meet the angel-choir. 



52 HYMNS FROM THE 

The marriage-feast is waiting, 
The gates wide open stand ; 

Up 1 up ! yo heirs of glory — 
The Bridegroom is at hand ! 

Ye saints, who here in patience 

Your cross and suff 'rings bore^ 
Shall live and reign for ever, 

When sorrow is no more. 
Around the throne of glory, 

The Lamb ye shall behold, 
In triumph cast before Him 

Your diadems of gold ! 

Palms of victory are there ; 

There, radiant garments are ; 
There stands the peaceful harvest, 

Beyond the reach of war. 
There, after stormy winter, 

The flowers of earth arise, 
And from the grave's long slumber 

Shall meet again our eyes ! 

Our Hope and Expectation, 

Jesus ! now appear ; 
Arise, thou Sun, so longed for, 

O'er this benighted sphere ! 
With hearts and hands uplifted, 

We plead, Lord, to see 
The day of earth's redemptiou, 

That bring3 us unto thee ! 

LAURENTIU8 LAURENT! 



LAND OF LUTHER. 53 



THE ANGEL AND THE INFANT 

Smiling, a bright-eyed seraph bent 

Over an infant's dream ; 
To view his mirrored form he leant 

As in the crystal stream. 

"Fair infant, come," he whispered low, 
11 And leave the earth with me ; 
To a bright and happy land we'll go— 
This is no home for thee. 

" Each sparkling pleasure knows alloy, 
Nor cloudless skies are here ; 
A care there is for every joy, 
For every smile a tear. 

M The heart that dances free and light 
May soon be chained by sorrow ; 
The sun that sets in calm to-night, 
May rise in storm to-morrow. 

M Alas ! to cloud a brow so fair, 

That griefs and pains should risel 
Alas ! that this dark world of care 
Should dim these laughing eyes 1 



54 HYMNS FROM THE 

u To seek a brighter land with me, 
Infant, thou wilt not fear ; 
For piteous Heaven the sad decree 
Recalls, that sent thee here." 



It seemed on him the sweet babe smiled* 
His wings the seraph spread: 

They're gone — the angel and the child. 
Poor mother ! thy son is dead ! 

UNBEKANNTJM. 



THE SERVICE OF THE LORD. 

"Der Dienst der Herrn." 



M If any man serve me, let him follow me ; and whore 1 1 
there shall also my servant be."— John 12 : 26. 



How blessed, from the bonds of sia 

And earthly fetters free, 
In singleness of heart and aim, 

Thy servant, Lord, to be ! 
The hardest toil to undertake 

"With joy at Thy command ! 
The meanest office to receive 

With meekness at Thy hand I 



LAXD OF LUTHER. 55 

With willing heart and longing eyes, 

To watch before Thy gate, 
Ready to run the weary race, 

To bear the heavy weight ; 
No voice of thunder to expect, 

But follow calm and still, 
For love can easilv divine 

The One Beloved's will. 

Thus may I serve Thee, gracious Lord 

Thus ever Thine alone, 
My soul and body given to Thee, 

The purchase Thou hast won : 
Through evil or through good report 

Still keeping by Thy side, 
By life or death, in this poor flesh 

"Let Christ be magnified! 

How happily the working days 

In this dear service fly ! 
How rapidly the closing hour, 

The time of rest, draws nigh ! 
When all the faithful gather home, 

A joyful company, 
And ever where the Master is, 

Shall His blest servants be, 

Spitta 



56 HYMNS FROM THE 



THE DESIRED HAVEN*. 

* Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peao«, ai 
eording to Thy word."— Luke 2 : 29. 

"Lord, the waves are breaking o'er nic 

and around; 
Oft of coming tempests I hear the moan 

ing sound : 
Here there is no safety, rocks on eithei 

hand ; 
'Tis a foreign roadstead, a strange and 

hostile land. 
"Wherefore should I linger ? others, gone 

before, 
Long since safe are landed on a calm and 

friendly shore : 
Now the sailing orders in mercy, Lord, 

bestow — 

Loose the cable, let me go ! 



1 Lord, the night is closing round my fee- 
ble bark ; 

How shall I encounter its watches long 
and dark ? 

Sorely worn and shattered by many a 
billow past, 

Can I stand another rude and stormy 
blast ? 



LAUD Of LUTHER. 57 

All ! the promised haven I never may 
attain, 

Sinking and forgotten amid the lonely 
main; 

Enemies around me, gloomy depths be- 
low. 

Loose the cable, let me go 



u Lord, I would be near Thee, with Thee 

where Thou art — 
Thine own word hath said it, 'tis ' better 

to depart,' 
There to serve Thee better, there to love 

Thee more, 
With thy ransomed people to worship 

and adore. 
Ever to Thy presence Thou dost call 

Thine own — 
Why am I remaining, helpless and 

alone ? 
Oh! to see Thy glory, Thy wondrous 

love to know ! 

Loose the cable, let me go I 



"Lord, the lights are gleaming from the 
distant shore, 
Where no billows threaten, where no 
tempests roar. 



53 HYMNS FROM THE 

Long beloved voices calling me I hear — 
Oh ! how sweet their summons falls upon 

my ear ! 
Here are foes and strangers, faithless 

hearts and cold, 
There is fond affection, fondly proved of 

old! 
Let me haste to join them : may it not 

be so? 

Loose the cable, let me go T' 

Hark, the solemn answer ! hark, the pro- 
mise sure ! 
* Blessed are the servants who to the 
end endure ! 
Yet a little longer hope and tarry on — 
Yet a little longer, weak and weary one 1 
More to perfect patience, to grow in faith 

and love, 
More my strength and wisdom, and faith- 
fulness to prove : 
Then the sailing orders the Captain shall 
bestow — 

Loose the cable, let thee go !" 
Uhbekanntks. 



LAND CF LUTHER. 59 



THE LONG GOOD-NIGHT. 



"Havfxg a desire to depart, and to be with Christ ; which 
Is far better."— Phil. 1 : 23. 



"Ich fahr dahir. mit Freuden." 

I journey forth rejoicing, 
From this dark vale of tears, 

To heavenly joy and freedom, 
From earthly bonds and fears : 

Where Christ our Lord shall gather 
All His redeemed again, 

His kingdom to inherit. 

Good-night, till then ! 

Go to thy quiet resting, 

Poor tenement of clay ! 
From all thy pain and weakness 

I gladly haste away ; 
But still in faith confiding 

To find thee yet again, 
All glorious and immortal. 

Good-night, till then I 

Why thus so sadly weeping, 
Belov'd ones of my heart ? 

The Lord is good and gracious, 
Though now He bids us part 



60 HYMNS FRC1I THE 

Oft have we met iu gladness, 

And we shall meet again, 
All sorrow left behind us 

Good-night, till then ! 

I go to see His glory, 

Whom we have loved below ; 
I go, the blessed angels, 

The holy saints to know. 
Our lovely ones departed, 

I go to find again, 
And wait for you to join us. 

Good-night, till then! 

I hear the Saviour calling — 
The joyful hour has come , 
The angel-guards are ready 
To guide me to our home, 
Where Christ our Lord shall gather 

All His redeemed again, 
His kingdom to inherit. 

Good-night, till then ! 

Unbekanntes. 



LAra OF LUTHER. 61 



ALL THINGS ARE YOURS. 

t.l'oE all things are yours; whether Panl, or Apollos, or 
Cephas, or the world, or life, or death, or things present, or 
things to come ; all are yours." — 1 Coe. 3 : 21, 22. 

u Alles Ut euer 1—0 Worte des ewigen Lebens." 

All things are yours ! Oh ! sweet message 

of mercy divine ! 
Christian brothers, rejoice in your portion 
and mine ! 

Ours the high prize. 
"Which poor sinners despise, 
And for a vain world resign. 

Raise your affections and heart to your 

home in the sky, 
Then let the earth and its vanities wither 
and die ; 

Tour joys shall last, 
When theirs are long past — 
Your treasure is laid up on high. 

All things are yours, my beloved ! our Lord 

from above 
Watches his people with tender compassion 
and love. 

Hear his dear voice : 

li ^iy brethren, rejoice ! 

Nothing your safety shall movel' 



62 HYMNS FROM THE 

Ail of things present that earth and her 

fulness can yield, 
All of things future from knowledge and 
fancy concealed, 

Life's varied tale, 
Death's dark, dreaded vale, 
A.11 as your portion revealed ! 

Heaven and earth, and the sea, and the 

systems of light, 
Spirits unnumbered, angelic hosts holy and 
bright, 

All are for thee, 
Brother ! be joyful with me, 
Let us in praises unite ! 

Does thy heart sink in the conflict with fear 

and despair ? 
Are tears overflowing from fountains o f 
sorrow and care ? 

On yonder shore, 
See, they are weeping no more — 
Old things have passed away there 1 

Praise to the Saviour, whose death our sal- 
vation secures I 
Praise to the Father, whose mercy for eve? 
endures ! 

New songs of praise 
Evermore let us raise. 
Amen 1 yes, all things are yours I 

SrniTBABX. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 63 



THE WIDOW OF NAUST. 

u Ant> when the Lord saw her, he had compassion on her, 
Hid said unto her, Weep not." — Luke 1 : 13. 

"0 susses Wort." 

Oh ! sweetest words that Jesus could have- 
sought, 
To soothe the mourning widow's heart, 
"Weep not I" 
They fall with comfort on my ear, 
"When life is dark and trouble near. 



They were not whispered accents, but 

aloud 
The Saviour spake them to the silent 
crowd, 
That each might hear His heavenly voice, 
And in the widow's joy rejoice ! 

Words, that were spoken amid sorrow's 
strife, 

/ind in the very midst of death and life ; 
They shall refresh my soul at last, 
And strengthen me rill life is past. 

If poverty obscures my earthly lot, 
Then shall I hear my Saviour say, "Weep 
not." 



64 HYMNS FROM THE 

To G-od the Father raise thine eye, 
For still He hears the raven's cry. 

And, oh ! should persecution's ruthless 

hand 
Grant me no quiet possession in the land, 
The voice of Jesus calms each thought — 
Heaven is thy dwelling-place: "Weep 
not!" 

Though death the dearest of my heart hath 

slain, 
Jesus shall yet restore my dead again ; 
" Weep not," He says, " poor weary one, 
But think what I at Nain have done !" 

When I myself am drawing near to death, 
This Jesus shall be there, and thus He saith: 
" The race is run, the battle fought, 
I am thy light, thy life : ' Weep not l' " 

Oh ! sweetest words that Jesus could haye 

sought, 
To cheer His weary troubled ones* <f Weep 
not!" 
Thrice blessed words I I listening stay, 
Till grief and sorrow flee away ! 

Dfi. Johann Horn. 



LAJTD OF LUTHER. $ft 



CONFLICT. 

44 Why art thou cast down, O my soul ! and why art thoa 
disquieted within me ? hope thou in God ; for I shall yet praiM 
Him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God."— 
Psalm 43 : 5. 

u Schobxe Sonne, kommst du endlich wieder I H 

Sux of comfort, art thou fled for ever ? 

Light of joy, wilt thou return at last ? 
Shall I sing again the song of morning, 

When the watches of the night are past ? 
Ah ! delay not, long-expected dawning 1 

Scatter the thick clouds and mist away, 
Which so dark on feeling and devotion, 

Over heart and memory rest to-day ! 

Weeping I have stood alone in darkness, 

G-loomy cliffs above, and depths below 
On the narrow pathway all forsaken, 

Left to wrestle with the accusing Foe. 
Doubt and unbelief, and dark forebodings 

Fearful spectres gathering around ; 
Ah ! my dizzy brain and foot were failing, 

Tottering over the abyss profound I 

Yet One held me back ! An arm almighty, 
Sjtrong to save, as Satan to -destroy! 

From the giddy precipice He caught me, 
Drew me from despair to life and joy. 



66 HYMNS FROM THE 

Jesus was my Helper ! Saving mc^y 
Is His work, His glory, His delight ; 

Many a chain of darkness He has broken, 
Changed to sunshine many a dismal 
night. 

I will trust again His love, His power, 

Though I can not feel His hand to-day ; 
To His help anew I will betake me, 
Though His countenance seem turned 
away! 
Though without one smile, one gracious 
token, 
Through the flames and floods my path 
must go ; 
When the fires subside, the waves pass 
over, 
My Deliverer I again shall know. 

Yes, the light of comfort shall return, 

Joy's sweet sun shall shine again at last ; 
I shall sing the gladsome song of morning, 

When the watches of the night are past ; 
It shall reappear, the welcome dawning, 

Scattering the clouds and mist away, 
Which so dark on feeling and devotion, 

Over heart and memory rest to-day I 

T shall find again the hopes long vanished, 
Like tli > swallows when the storms are 



LAXD OF LUTHER. 67 

Fountains shall be opened in the desert, 
Streams by the wayside, while journey- 
ing on. 
Flowers of love and promise shall be spring- 
ing 
"Where the cruel thorn and wormwood 
sprung, 
And the homeward path lie bright in sun- 
shine, 
Where my sad harp on the willows hung. 

Lanoa 



IiOVE TO CHRIST. 

■ Whom having not seen ye love." — 1 Pet. 1 : 8. 
" Ich will Dich lieben." 

I will love Thee, all my treasure ! 

I will love Thee, all my strength ! 
I will love Thee without measure, 

And will love Thee right at length. 
Oh I I will love Thee, Light Divine, 
Till I die and find Thee mine I 

Alas I that I so lately knew Thee— 
Thee, so worthy of the best ; 

Nor had sooner turned to view Thee, 
Truest Good, and only Rest ! 



68 HYMNS FROM THE 

The more I love, I mourn the more 
That I did not love before 1 

Far I ran, and wander'd blindly, 

Seeking some created light ; 
Then I sought, but I could not find Thee— 

I had wandered from Thee quite ; 
Until at last Thou art made known 
Through Thy seeking, not my own 1 

I will praise Thee, Sun of Glory ! 

For Thy beams have gladness brought 
I will praise Thee, will adore Thee, 

For the light I vainly sought ; 
Will praise Thee that Thy words so blest 
Spake my sin-sick soul to rest I 

In Thy footsteps now uphold me, 

That I stumble not nor stray. 
When the narrow way is told me, 

Never let me ling'ring stay. 
But come my weary soul to cheer, 
Shine, Eternal Sunbeam, here ! 

Be my heart more warmly glowing, 
Sweet and calm the tears I shed ; 

And its love, its ardor showing, 
Let my spirit onward tread. 

Still near to Thee, and nearer still, 

Draw this heart, this mind, this will. 






LAKB CF LUTHER. 69 

I will love, in joy and sorrow ! 

Crowning joy ! will love Thee welL, 
1 will love to-day, to-morrow, 

"While I in this body dwell ! 
Oh ! I will love Thee, Light Divine, 
Till I die and find Thee mine ! 

JOHANN AxOELUfc, 



PARTING. 

■ What mean ye to vreep, and to break mint heart !**— 
Acts 21 : 13. 

u Was macht ihr, dass ihr weinet." 



"What mean ye by this wailing, 

To break my bleeding heart ? 
As if the love that binds us 

Could alter or depart ! 
Our sweet and holy union 

Knows neither time nor place ; 
The love that G-od has planted 

Is lasting as His grace. 

Te clasp these Lands at parting, 
As if no hope could be ; 

"While still we stand for ever 
In blessed unity I 



f HYMNS FROM THE 

Ye gaze, as on a vision 

Ye never could recall, 
"While still each thought is with you> 

And Jesus with us £.11 1 

Ye say, "We here, thou yonder, 

Thou goest, and we stay !" 
And yet Christ's mystic body 

Is one eternally. 
Ye speak of different journeys, 

A long and sad adieu ! 
"While still one way I travel, 

And have one end with you ! 

Why should ye now be weeping 

These agonizing tears ? 
Behold our gracious Leader, 

And cast away your fears. 
"We tread one path to glory, 

Are guided by one hand, 
And led in faith and patience 

Unto one Fatherland I 

Then let this hour of parting 

No bitter grief record, 
But be an hour of union 

More blessed with cur Lord I 
"With Him to guide and save us, 

No changes that await, 
No earthly separations 

Can leave us desolate ! 

Spitta. 



r,ANT> OP LUrHEB. 11 

THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE. 

"Ys liave need of patience.— Heb. 10 : 36." 
■ Es zieht ein stiller Engel durch dieses Erdenland." 

A gentle Angel walketh throughout 

world of woe, 
With messages of mercy to mourning 

hearts below ; 
Hi3 peaceful smile invites them to love and 

to confide, 
Oh! follow in His footsteps, keep closely by 

His side I 

So gently will He lead thee through all the 

cloudy day, 
And whisper of glad tidings to cheer the 

pilgrim- way ; 
His courage never failing, when thine is 

almost gone, 
He takes thy heavy burden, and helps to 

bear it on. 

To soft and tearful sadness He changes 

dumb despair, 
And soothes to deep submission the storm 

of grief and care ; 



72 HYMNS FROM THE 

Where midnight shades are brooding Ho 

pours the light of noon, 
And every grievous wound He heals, most 

surely, if not soon. 

He will not blame thy sorrows, while He 
brings the healing balm ; 

He does not chide thy longings, while He 
soothes them into calm ; 

And when thy heart is murmuring, and 
wildly asking why ? 

He smiling beckons forward, points up- 
ward to the sky. 

He will not always answer thy questions 
and thy fear, 

His watchword is "Be patient, the jour- 
ney's end is near!" 

And ever through the toilsome way, He 
tells of joys to come, 

And points the pilgrim to his rest, the 
wanderer to his home. Brtm. 



LANT) OF LUTHER. *3 

LOOKING HOME. 

*' Havixo a desire to iepart."— Phil. 1 : 28. 
" Aca, una wird da3 Herz so leer." 

Ah I this heart is void and chill 
'Mid earth's noisy thronging— 

For the Father's mansions still 
Veh'mently is longing 1 

In the garments once so strong, 
Now are rents distressing ; 

And the sandals borne so long, 
Heavily are pressing. 

Oh ! to be at home, and gain 
All for which we're sighing— 

Prom all earthly want and pain 
To be swiftly flying. 

"With this load of sin and care, 

Then no longer bending, 
But with waiting angels there, 

On our Lord attending ! 

Ah ! how blessed, blessed they 

Who have rightly striven, 
And rejoice eternally 

With their Lord in heaven ! 

Spitta. 



74 HYMNS FROM THE 



MOKNITCG HYMN*. 

"My voicj ahalt thou hear in the morning, Lord.*-* 
Psalm 5 ; 8. 

" Moroen ghinz der Ewigkeit." 

Jesus, Sun of righteousness, 
Brightest beam of Love Divine, 

TVith the early morning rays 
Do Thou on our darkness shine, 

And dispel with purest light 

All our night 1 

As on drooping herb and flower 
Falls the soft refreshing dew, 

Let Thy Spirit's grace and power 
All our weary souls renew ; 

Showers of blessing over all 

Softly faU! 

Like the sun's reviving ray, 

May Thy love, with tender glow, 

All our coldness melt away, 
"Warm and cheer us forth to go, 

Gladly serve Thee and obey 

All the day 1 

O our only Hope and Guide 1 
Never leave us nor forsake ; 



LAXD OF LUTHER. 7 ft 

Heep us ever at Thy side, 

Till the eternal morning break, 
Moving on to Zion hill 
Homeward still I 

Lead us all our days and years 
In Thy straight and narrow way ; 

Lead us through the vale of tears 
To the land of perfect day, 

Where Thy people, fully blest, 

Safely rest ! Knov. von KeK»YoTa 



BECAL1... 

"Return, ye backsliding chiidrw, and I will a-»- 
fceckslidings."— Jee. 3 : 22. 

"Kehre wieder, kehr« ^ader.' T 

Return, return ! 
Poor, long lost wanderer, hom^ ! 

"With all thy bitter tears, 
Thy heavy burdens, come ! 
As thou art all sin and pain, 
Pear not to implore in vain : 
See, the Father comes to meet thee, 

Points to mercy's open door ; 
"Words of life and promise greet thef 
Ah ! return, delay no more I 



^6 HYMNS FROM THE 

Return, return ! 
From strife and tumult vain 

To quiet solitude, 
To silent thought again. 
There the storms shall sink to rest 
Which now desolate thy breast ; 
There the Spirit, long neglected, 

"Waits with bliss before unknown; 
And the Saviour, long rejected, 

Claims and seals thee for His own 

Return, return! 
From all thy crooked ways ; 

Jesus will save the lost, 
The fallen He can raise. 
Look to Him, who beckons thee 
From the cross so lovingly. 
See His gracious arms extended ; 

Fear not to seek shelter there, 
Where no grief is unbefriended, 

Where no sinner need despair. 

Return, return ! 
To thy long-suffering Lord. 

Fear not to seek His grace, 
To trust His faithful word ; 
Yield to Him thy weary heart — 
He can heal its keenest smart ; 
He can soothe the deepest sorrow 

Wash the blackest guilt away : 
Then delay not till to-morrow, 

Seek His offered gifts to-day. 



LAND OF LUTHER. tt 

Return, return ! 
From all thy wanderings, home 1 

From vanity and toil, 
To rest and substance, come ! 
Come to Truth from Error's night, 
Come from darkness unto light, 
Come from death to life undying, 

Prom a fallen earth to Heaven — 
Now the accepted time is flying, 

Haste to take what God has given I 

S PITTA. 



GOING HOME. 

" But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, con- 
cerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even u 
othera which have no hope." — 1 Thess. 4 : 13. 

" Uxsee Lieben sind geschieden." 

Our beloved have departed, 
While we tarry broken-hearted, 

In the dreary, empty house ; 
They have ended life's brief story, 
They have reached the home of glory, 

Over death victorious I 

Hush that sobbing, weep more lightly f 
On we travel, daily, nightly, 
To the rest that they have found. 



78 HYMNS FROM 7HB 

Are we not upon the river, 
Sailing fast to meet for ever, 
On more holy, happy grounA 2 

Whilst with bitter tears we're rnourkJi^ 
Thought to buried loves returning, 

Time is hasting us along, 
Downward to the grave's dark dwelling; 
Upward to the fountain welling 

With eternal life and song ! 

See ye not the breezes hieing ? 

Clouds along in hurry flying ? 
But we haste more swiftly on — 

Ever changing our position, 

Ever tossed in strange transition- 
Here to-day, to-morrow gone ! 

Every hour that passes o'er us 
Speaks of comfort yet before us, 

Of our journey's rapid rate ; 
And like passing vesper-bells, 
The clock of time its chiming tells, 

At eternity's broad gate. 

On we haste, to home invited, 
There with friends to be united 

In a surer bond than here ; 
Meeting soon, and met for ever ! 
Glorious hope ! forsake us never, 

For thy glimmering light is dear 



LAND OP LUTHER. T9 

Ah 1 the way is shining clearer 
As we journey ever nearer 
To the everlasting home. 
Friends, who there await our landing, 
Comrades, round the throne now stand- 

TVe salute you, and we come ! 

Langs 



THE JOURNEY TO JERUSALEM. 

u A>T> they were in the way going np to Jerusalem ; and 
Jesus went before them ; and they were amazed ; and as thej 
followed, they were afraid." — Maek 10 : 32. 

" Jesc, was hat dich getrieben." 

Jesus ! what was that which drew Thee 

To Jerusalem's ancient gate ? 
Ah ! the love that burned so truly, 

"VToold not suffer Thee to wait ! 
On Thou journeyedst, thus securing 
Me a city more enduring ! 

To my spirit now draw nearer, 

Lord, as to Jerusalem ! 
Let each moment prove Thee dearer ; 

Make this heart a Bethlehem 1 
Thus my Saviour's love possessing. 
Surely I have Salem's blessing \ 



80 HYMNS FROM THE 

To the world Thou hast sent me, 
Like the twelve that saw Thy face 

Lead me through the journey gently, 
Keep me near Thee by Thy grace. 

My allotted work fulfilling, 

Ever ready, ever willing. 

Let me gladly see my calling, 

When and where Thou sendest me, 

Never into darkness falling, 
Gazing on futurity ; 

But obey when Thou hast bidden, 

Though Thy counsel should be hidden. 

Let me follow Thee, my Saviour, 
Not with words or empty show ; 

But my heart, my life, behavior, 
Prove Thy presence here below. 

Meekly with the froward bearing, 

And each brother's burden sharing ! 

Oh, my Lord ! if Thou shouldst ever 

Call me desolate to roam, 
For Thy truth and conscience sever 

Every tie of house and home, 
Then draw nearer, if Thou smite ID9; 
Let not crosses disunite me. 

So shall I, hosannahs singing, 
All the desert- way rejoice 



LAND OF LUTHER. 81 

Late and early, praises bringing, 
But with feeble, earthly voice. 
Though these broken notes distress me, 
Jesus I Thou wilt hear and bless me I 

Laueentius Laueextl 



THE MERCHANT. 

m Again', the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchantman 
seeking goodly pearls : who ? when he had found one pearl of 
great price, went and sold ail that he had, and bought it."— 
Matt. 13 : 45, 46. 

" Eixen* Kaufmann sieht man oline Gleichen." 

Once a merchant travelled far and wide, 
Over mountain-chains and ocean's tide ; 
Slighted and despised on every hand, 
Wearily he passed from land to land. 

Not with treasure treasures to acquire, 
Seemed the wanderers purpose or desire ; 
Gold and silver he regarded not — 
Pearls alcne with eagerness he sought. 

Many were produced to meet his call ; 
Strictly he examined, weighed them all ; 
Nothing could deceive, or please his eye : 
Calmly he surveyed, and passed them by. 
6 



82 HYMNS FROM THE 

Sadly he pursued his search around— 
Ah ! the One midst many was not found I 
Stars indeed he saw, but not the Sun 
All his longings sought and dwelt upon. 

"Weary now with all his wanderings vain, 
To his native home he turns again ; 
There he finds a Fisher on the strand, 
Stooping down to draw a net to land. 

What new treasures of the deep are these 7 
Who this unknown Stranger of the seas ? 
Changed His aspect now, His bearing high, 
While He speaks with gentle dignity : 

" Peace be with thee ! Now thou mayest 

obtain 
All so long desired and sought in vain — 
Thou 'mid many fools the only wise, 
At thy journey's end behold the prize 1" 

" 5Tes, it is the One, beyond compare, 
Sought so long, abandoned in despair ; 
Stranger, speak, how may it be my own V 
il AU thou hast can be the price alone." 

" Be it so !" he joyfully replied ; 

"Lord, take all, and take myself beside! 

For in wondrous love Thou bring'st from 

heaven 
What no monarch has or could have given." 



LAND OF LUTHER. 83 

And the world deceived and foolish call 
Him, who for one jewel gave his all ; 
But unheeding what they think or say, 
Glad and satisfied .he goes his way. 

Food is his which they have never known — 
Cordials granted to himself alone : 
From earth's vanities and cares set free, 
Now he walks in peace and liberty. 

Wondrous blessings reach him from above ; 
Love comes down to meet the heart of 

love ; 
Ever as he views his treasure bright, 
All his soul is filled with life and light. 

. Blessed they who find the priceless gem ! 
Blessed they who seek ! It shines for them 
Brightly still, the prize by God revealed, 
For the victor on Faith's battle-field. 

Feoh the Kibchen-freund*. 



84 flTMNS FROM THE 

SUBMISSION. 

"In your patience possess ye yonr souls." — Lctke 21 : It. 
" Stille, meln Wille ! dein Jesu LiLft siegen." 

Be still, my soul ! — the Lord is on thy side ; 
Bear patiently the cross of grief and 
pain ; 
Leave to thy God to order and provide — 
In every change He faithful will remain. 
Be still, my soul ! — thy best, thy Heavenly 

Friend 
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end. 

Be still, my soul ! — thy God doth under- 
take 
To guide the future, as He has the past : 

Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake, 
All now mysterious shall be bright at 
last. 

Be still, my soul ! — the waves and winds 
still know 

His voice who ruled them while He dwelt 
below. 

Be still, my soul I — when dearest friends 
depart, 
And all is darkened in the vale of tears, 



LAND OF LUTHER. 85 

Then shalt thou better know His love, His 

heart, 
"Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy 

fears. 
Be still, my soul ! — thy Jesus can repay 
From His own fulness all He takes away. 

Be still, my soul ! — the hour is hastening 
on 
When we shall be for ever with the 
Lord — 

When disappointment, grief, and fear are 
gone, 
Sorrow forgot, Love's purest joys re- 
stored. 

Be still, my soul ! — when change and tears 
are past, 

All safe and blessed we shall meet at last. 

Be still, my soul I— begin the song of praise 
On earth, believing, to thy Lord on 
high; 
Acknowledge Him in all thy works and 
ways, 
So shall He view thee with a well- 
pleased eye. 
Be still, my soul ! — the Sun of life divine 
Through passing clouds shall but more 
brightly shine. Uxbekannte* 



88 HYMNS FROM THE 



THE BELIEVER'S DYING TES- 
TAMENT. 



" I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure 
e at hand."— 2 Tim. 4 : 6. 

" Ich habe Lust zu scheiden." 



Weary, waiting to depart, 

My spirit longs for flight ; 
Still I gaze with throbbing heart 

To Zion's fields of light. 
When His summons shall be sent, 

No dweller hero may know — 
To my dying testament, 

Friends, hearken, ere I go ! 

G-od, my Father, to Thy hand 

This spirit I bequeath ; 
Guide it through this desert land, 

And through the gates of death. 
By Thy gift this soul was mine — 

Take it to Thyself again, 
So shall it for ever Thine 

In life and death remain. 

What, Jesus, shall I make 

An offering to Thee ? 
Ah t these sins, these sorrows take^ 

So grievous, Lord, to mo. 



LA.XD OF LUTHER. 8t 

In the crimson, stream that rlows, 

My Saviour, from Thy side, 
Thus my faith each burden throws, 

Hide them, for ever, hide I 

thou Spirit of all might I 

I yield Thee my last sigh, 
And to Thee, in death's dread fight^ 

I send my latest cry ! 
As life's pulses steal away, 

Oh ! speak peace to me ! 
And let my fainting soul that day 

Nothing save Jesus see. 

Angels, take these flowing tears 

Prom my pale cheeks away ! 
Te can pity earth-born fears, 

And gladly will obey. 
Bear me to my Saviour's care, 

In these kind arms of love, 
And let me for ever share 

Tour tearless bliss above. 

Ye beloved ones, and true, 

Who weeping round me bencj, 
Though I go, I leave with you 

Tour everlasting Friend. 
Take my parting blessing, then. 

And weep for me no more— 
Surely we shall meet again 

On the eternal shore ! 



88 HTMNS FR021 THE 

Earth, poor earth, I've spent on thee 

A long and clouded day: 
Take as my last legacy, 

This dwelling-house of clay ; 
In thy keeping it must fall 

To humble dust once more, 
But, ere long, thy graves shall all 

In living truth restore ! 

This is my last testament — 

God ! fix Thy seal thereto! 
Now I wait in calm content, 

With heaven full in view. 
Resting on my Lord in faith, 

I pass securely on, 
Knowing when I conquer death 

My heritage is won 1 

» B. ScnMOLK. 



WAITING. 

" Mine hour is not yet come." — John 2 , 4 
u Meinb ?tund 1st noch nicht kommoti.' 1 

14 Jesus' hour is not yet come ';" 

Let this word thine answer be, 
Pilgrim, asking for thy home, 

Longing to be blest and free. 
Yet a season tarry on — 
Nobly borne is nobly done. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 89 

While oppressing cares and fears, 
Night and day no respite leave, 

Still prolonged through many years, 
None to help thee or relieve, 

IT old the word of promise fast, 

Till deliverance comes at last. 

Every creature-hope and trust 

Every earthly prop or stay, 
May lie prostrate in the dust, 

May have failed or passed away ; 
Then when darkness falls the nigfet, 
Jesus .comes, and all is light. 

Yes, the Comforter draws nigh 
To the breaking, bursting heart, 

For, with tender sympathy, 
He has seen and felt its smart : 

Through its darkest hour3 of ill, 

He is waiting, watching still. 

Dost thou ask, When comes His hour ? 

Then, when it shall aid thee best. 
Trust His faithfulness and power, 

Trust in Him and quietly rest. 
Suffer on, and hope, and wait — 

Jesus never come3 too late. 



Blessed day, which hastens fast, 
End of conflict and of sin 



90 HYMNS FROM THE 

Death itself shall die at last, 

Heaven's eternal joys begin. 
Then eternity shall prove, 
God is Light, and God is Love. Swtta. 



PRAISE AND PRAYER. 



" If any man be in Christ, he is a new creature ; old thingt 
are passed away ; behold all things are become new."— 2 Cob, 



"O trkuer Heiland Jesu Christ." 

TVe praise and bless Thee, gracious Lord, 

Our Saviour kind and true, 
For all the old things passed away, 

For all Thou hast made new. 

The old security is gone, 

In which so long we lay ; 
The sleep of death Thou hast dispelled, 

The darkness rolled away. 

New hopes, new purposes, desires, 
And joys, Thy grace has given ; 

Old ties are broken from the earth, 
New ones attach to heaven* 



L1ND OF LUTHER, 91 

But yet how much must be destroyed 

How much renewed must be, 
Ere we can fully stand complete 

In likeness, Lord, to Thee 1 

Ere to Jerusalem above, 

The holy place, we come, 
Where nothing sinful or denied 

Shall ever find a home ! 

Thou, only Thou, must carry on 

The work Thou hast begun : 
Of Thine own strength Thou must impart, 

In Thine own ways to run. 

Ah I leave us not — from day to day 

Revive, restore again ; 
Our feeble steps do Thou direct, 

Our enemies restrain. 

TVhate-'er would tempt the soul to stray, 

Or separate from Thee, 
That, Lord, remove, however dear 

To the poor heart it be ! 

TVhen the flesh sinks, then strengthen Thou 

The spirit from above ; 
Make us to feel Thy service sweet, 

And light Thy yoke of love, 



92 HYMNS FROM THE 

So shall we faultlesss stand at last 

Before Thy Father's throne, 
The blessedness for ever ours, 

The glory all Thine own I Spiita. 



CALVARY. 



" Fliesst, ihr AugeD, Fliesst vou Thranen." 

Flow, my tears, flow still faster, 

Thus my guilt and sin bemoan ; 
Mourn, my heart, in deeper anguish, 

Over sorrows not thine own ! 

See, a spotless Lamb draw nigh 

To Jerusalem to die ; 

For thy sins, the sinless One ; 

Think ! ah I think what thou hast done ! 

See Him stand while cruel fetters 

Bind the hands that framed the world, 

While around Him bitter mocking, 
Laughter and contempt are hurled. 
Heathen rage and Jewish scorn, 
Meekly for our sins are borne. 
Sin has brought Him from above : 
Who can fathom such a love ? 



LAND OF LUTHER. 93 

Soon the heavy doom is spoken, 

Even Pilate's pleading ceased , 
Jesus to the cross is chosen, 

And Barabbas is released ! 

Ah ! there is no loving word, 

Xot one voice of pity heard ! 

But the loud and frenzied cry, 
" Crucify Him, crucify l" 

Can we view the Saviour given 

To the smiter's hands for us ? 
Can we all unmoved, unhumbled, 

See Him mocked and slighted thus ? 

Yiew the thorny chaplet made, 

For His meek and silent head, 
Hear the loud and angry din, 

And not tremble for our sin ? 

Follow from the hall of judgment 

This sad Saviour on His way ; 
out. in spirit, as ye journey, 

Often pause, and humbly pray ; 

Pray the Father to behold 

By the Son thy ransom told, 

And a Substitute for thee, 

In His "Well-beloved see ! 

Must I, Jesus, thus behold Thee 

In Thy toil and sorrow here ? 
Can I nothing better yield Thee 

Than my unavailing tear ? 



94 HYMNS FROM THE 

Lamb of God ! I weep for Thee ! 
"Weep, Thy cruel cross to see ! 
"Weep, for death that death destroys ! 
Weep, for grief that brings me joys I 

Poor is all that I can offer — 

Soul and body while I live ; 
Take it, my Saviour, take it — 

I have nothing more to give. 

Come, and in this heart remain ; 

Let each enemy be slain ; 

Let me live and die with Thee ; 

To Thy kingdom welcome me. 

Loud and louder saints are singing, 
Glory ! glory ! Christ, to Thee ! 

Over death and hell for ever 
Thou hast triumphed gloriously. 
I am Thine, and Thou art mine : 
Oh ! to see Thy brightness shine ! 
Lord ! Thy day of grief is o'er, 
Come in glory — come once more I 

LAI7RENTID8 LAVBKNTi 



LAND OF LUTHER. 95 

REUNION". 

M I shall go to him."— 2 Sam. IS : 33. 
u Wiedersehn ! ja, wiedersehn wird einst. ;t 

Meet again ! yes, we shall meet again^ 
Though now we part in pain ! 

His people all 

Together Christ shall call. 

Hallelujah ! 

Soon the days of absence shall be o'er, 

And thou shalt weep no more ; 
Our meeting day 
Shall wipe all tears awar. 

Hallelujah ! 

Now I go with gladness to our home, 
With gladness thou shalt come ; 

There I will wait 

To meet thee at heaven's gate. 
Hallelujah t 

Dearest ! what delight again to share 
Our sweet communion there ! 

To walk among 

The holy ransomed throng. 

Hallelujah! 



96 HYMNS FROM THE 

Here, in many a grief, our hearts were one^ 

But there in joys alone ; 
Joy fading never, 
Increasing, deepening ever. 

Hallelujah ! 

Not to mortal sight can it be given 
To know the bliss of heaven ; 

But thou shalt be 

Soon there, and sing with me, 

Hallelujah I 

Meet again ! yes, we shall meet again, 
Though now we part in pain ! 
Together all 
His people Christ shall call. 

Hallelujah ! 
M. A. ZiLLft 



JJ2SUS ALL-SUFFICIENT. 

** The Lord is my portion, saith my soul." — Lam. 3 : 24. 
« Wenn ich Ilin nur habe." 

If only He is mine — 

If but this poor heart 

Never more, in grief or joy, 

May from Him depart, 

Then farewell to sadness, 

All I feel is love, and hope, and gladness. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 9T 

If only He is mine, 

Then from all below, 
Leaning on my pilgrim-staff, 
Gladly forth I go 
From the crowd who follow 
In the broad, bright road, their pleasures 
false and hollow. 

If only He is mine, 

Then all else is given ; 
Every blessing lifts my eyes 
And my heart to heaven. 
FilTd with heavenly love, 
Earthly hopes and fears no longer tempt to 
move. 

There, where He is mine, 

Is my Fatherland, 
And my heritage of bliss 
Daily cometh from His hand. 
Now I find again 

ji His people love long lost, and mourn'i 
in vain. \ovalis 



98 HYMNS FROM THE 



ANTICIPATION. 



" Beloved, now are we the sons of God : and it doth not yd 
•ppear what we shall be." — 1 John 3 : 2. 



" Wie wird mlr seyn?" 

What shall I be, my Lord, when I behold 

Thee 
m In awful majesty at God's right hand, 
And 7 mid th 7 eternal glories that enfold 

me, 
In strange bewilderment, Lord, I 

stand? 
What shall I be ? — these tears, they dim my 

sight, 
I can not catch the blissful vision right. 



What shall I be, Lord, when Thy radiant 
glory, 
As from the grave I rise, encircles me ; 
When brightly pictured in the light before 
me, 
What eye hath never seen, my eyes shall 
see? 
What shall I be ? Ah ! blessed and sub 

lime 
Is the dim prospect of that glorious time I 



LAND OF LUTHER. 99 

What shall I be, when days of grief are 

ended, 
From earthly fetters set for ever free ; 
"When from the harps of saints and angels 

blended, 
I hear the burst of joyful melody? 
What shall I be, when, risen from the 

dead, 
Sin, death, and hell I never more shall 

dread ? 

What shall I be, when all around are 

thronging 
The loved of earth, where I have come 

to dwell ; 
When all i3 joy and praise — no anxious 

longing, 
No bitter parting, and no sad farewell ? 
What shall I be ? Ah ! how the streaming 

light 
Can lend a brightness to this dreary night ! 

Yes ; faith can never know the full salva* 
tion, 
Which Jesus for His people will prepare ; 
Then will I wait in peaceful expectation, 
Till the Good Shepherd comes to take 
me there. 
My Lord, my God, a blissful end I see, 
Though now I know not what I yet shall 
be ! Laxgbeckeb* 



100 EYMNS FROM THE 



GOD CALLING YET. 



K Unto you, O men, I call ; and ray voice is to the soxa of 
in."— Pro v. 8 : 4. 

" Gott rufet noch I" 



God calling yet ! — and shall I never 

hearken, 
But still earth's witcheries my spirit 

darken ? 
This passing life, these passing joys, all 

flying, 
And still my soul in dreamy slumbers 

lying! 

God calling yet ! — and I not yet arising, 
So long His loving, faithful voice despising; 
So falsely His unwearied care repaying : 
He calls me still, and still I am delaying. 



God calling yet! — loud at my door is 
knocking, 

And I my heart, my ear, still firmer lock- 
ing: 

He still is ready, willing to receive me, 

Is waiting now, but ah! He soon may 
leave me. 



LAXD OF LLTHER. 101 

God calling yet! — and I no answer giv* 

I dread Hi3 yoke, and am in bondago 

Hying ; 
Too long I linger, but not yet forsaken, 
Ho calls me still. my poor heart, 

awaken I 

Ah ! yield Him all — all to His care confid- 
ing: 

Where but with Him are rest and peace 
abiding ? 

Unloose, unloose, break earthly bonds 
asunder. 

And let this spirit rise in soaring wonder. 

G-od calling yet ! T can no longer tarry, 
Nor to my God a heart divided carry ; 
Now, vain and giddy world, your spells 

are broken — 
Sweeter than all, the voice of God has 

spoken! Geehaed Terstxbgs* 



102 HYMNS FROM THE 



RESIGNATION. 

u What ! shall we receive good at the hand of God, ai 
tfiall we not receive evil?" — Job 2 : 10. 

" Ich hab' in guten Stunden." 

I have had my days of blessing, 
All the joys oflife possessing, 

Unnumber'd they appear ! 
Then let faith and patience cheer me, 
Now that trials gather near me : 

Where is life without a tear ? 

Yes, Lord, a sinner looking 
O'er the sins Thou art rebuking, 

Must own Thy judgments light. 
Surely I, so oft offending, 
Must, in humble patience bending, 

Feel Thy chastisements are right 

Let me, o'er transgression weeping, 
Find the grace my soul is seeking ; 

Receiving at Thy throne 
Strength to meet each tribulation, 
Looking for the great salvation, 

Trusting in my Lord alone ! 

While 'mid earthly tears and sighing, 
Still to praise Thee feebly trying, 
Still clinging, Lord, to Thee : 



LAND OF LUTHER. 103 

Quietly on Thy love relying, 
I am Thine — and, living, dying, 
Surely all is well with me ! 

CnSISTIAN FUECHTEGOTT GeLLKBT. 



KEST. 

"Wb which have believed do enter into rest."— Heb. 4 : i. 
"Ich bleib bei Dir ! wo koennt ich 's be3ser haben!" 

I rest with Thee, Lord ! whither should I 
go? 
I feel so blest within Thy home of love ! 
The blessings purchased by Thy pain and 
woe, 
To Thy poor child Thou sendest from 
above. 
Oh I never let Thy grace depart from me : 
So shall I still abide, my Lord, with Thee. 

I rest with Thee ! Eternal life the prize 
Thou wilt bestow, when faith's good fight 
is won ; 
What can earth give but vain regrets and 
sighs, 
To the poor heart whose passing bliss is 
done? 



104 HYMNS FROM THE 

For lasting joys I fleeting ones resign, 
Since Jesus calls me His, and He is mine. 

I rest with Thee ! No other place of rest 
Can now attract, no other portion please . 

The soul, of heavenly treasure once possest, 
All earthly glory with indifference sees. 

Poor world, farewell ! thy splendors tempt 
no more — 

The power of grace I feel, and thine is o'er, 

I rest with Thee ! with Thee, whose won- 
drous love 
Descends to seek the lost, the fallen 
raise, 
Oh ! that my whole of future life might prove 
One hallelujah, one glad song of praise ! 
So shall I sing, as time's last moments flee 
]tfow and for ever, Lord, I rest with Thee j 
Adolph Moeaht 



LOOKING TO JESUS. 

'* Hb is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep 
before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mou-th."— 
Isaiah 53 : 7. 

" stilles Lamm." 

silent Lamb ! for me Thou hast endured, 
♦Tesus, Thou holy, perfect, sinless One I 



LAND UF LUTHER. 105 

Thy grief and bitter anguish have secured 
My soul's salvation, when this race is 
run. 
Then, let me, to Thine image true, 
Thus meekly suffer, with the crown in 
view. 



The narrow way that leads us up to hea- 
ven, 
Must here through strife and tribulation 
he; 
Then on the thorny path may strength bo 
given, 
This sinful flesh, Lord, to crucify. 
Oh ! take this feebleness away, 
And make me strong to meet each future 
day! 

Here, daily crosses come to try our weak* 
ness, 
Here, every member must some burden 
bear; 
But, my Saviour, if I take with meek- 
ness, 
The cross appointed by Thy lovo and 
care, 
Too great, too long, it will not be, 
For it is weigh'd and measured out by 
Thee. 



106 HYMNS FROM THE 

If thus we journey patiently through sad- 
ness, 
Each grief will mako us dearer to our 
Lord ; 
But if we flee the cross, in search of glad- 
ness, 
"We can not shun His dread, avenging 
sword. 
Oh ! blessed they who hear the call, 
Who take the cross, and follow, leaving 
all! 



So help me, Lord, Thy holy will to suffer, 

And still a learner at Thy feet to be ; 
Give faith and patience when the way is 
rougher, 
And at the end a joyful victory. 
Thus grief itself is changed to song, 
Ofttimes on earth, but evermore ere long. 
Karl IIeinrich von Bogatikl 



LA2TD OF LUTHER. 107 



PKAISE. 



44 Lkt every thing that hath breath praise the Lord. Prahrt 
ye the Lord."— Psalm 150 : 6. 

" Lo3E den H6iren !" 



Praise to Jehovah ! the almighty King of 

Creation ! 
Swell heaven's chorus, chime in every 
heart, every nation ! 
my soul ! wake — 
Harp, lute, and psaltery take, 
Sound forth in glad adoration. 

Praise to Jehovah ! whose love o'er thy 

course is attending, 
Redeeming thy life, and thee from all evil 
defending. 

Through all the past, 
my soul ! over thee cast, 
His sheltering wings were bending 1 

Praise to Jehovah ! whose fence has been 

planted around thee, 
TVho, from His heavens, with blessing and 
mercy has crowned thee. 
Think, happy one ! 
What He can do, and has done, 
Since in His pity Ho found thee. 



108 HYMNS FROM THE 

Praise to Jehovah ! all that has breath praise 

Him, sing praises ; 
Bless God, my soul, and all that is in me, 
sing praises. 
In Him rejoice, 
Until for ever thy voice 
The hymn of eternity raises ! 

JOAOHIM NEANDEtt. 



HYMN SUNG AT A FUNEBAL. 



" Herb we have no continuing CU7, but we Book on© to 
come."— Heu. 13 : 14. 

" Wohlauf ! wohlan ! zum letzten Sang, 
Kurz ist dor Weg, die Ruho ist lung.'* 



Come forth ! come on, with solemn song ! 
The road is short, the rest is long ! 
The Lord brought here, He calls away • 

Make no delay, 
This home was for a passing day. 

Here in an inn a stranger dwelt, 
Here joy and grief by turns he felt ; 
Poor dwelling, now we close thy door I 

The task is o'er, 
The sojourner returns no more ! 



LAND OF LUTHER. 109 

Now of a lasting home possest, 
He goes to seek a deeper rest. 
Good-night 1 the day was sultry here, 

In toil and fear, 
Good-night ! the night is cool and clear. 

Chime on, ye bells ! again begin, 
And ring the Sabbath morning in, 
The laborer's week-day work is done, 

The rest begun, 
Which Christ hath for His people won J 



Now open to us, gates of peace I 
Here let the pilgrim's journey cease. 
Ye quiet slumberers, make room 

In your still home, 
For the new stranger who has come I 

How many graves around us he ! 
How many homes are in the sky ! 
Tes, for each saint doth Christ prepare 

A place with care : 
Thy home is waiting, brother, there I 

Jesus, Thou reignest, Lord alone, 
Thou wilt return and claim Thine own. 
Come quickly, Lord ! return again ! 

Amen ! Amen ! 
Thine seal U3 ever, now and then ! 

F. Saciibb. 



110 HYMNS FROM THE 



BESUKRECTIOK". 

" This corruptible must put on incorruption, and tlus mortal 
must put on iinmo'^ality." — 1 Cob. 15 : 53. 

" Auferstehn, ja auferstehn." 

Thou shalt rise ! my dust, thou slialt arise ! 

Not always closed thine eyes ; 
Thy life's first Giver 
"Will give thee life for ever. 

Ah I praise His name ! 

Sown in darkness, but to bloom again. 
When, after winter's reign, 

Jesus is reaping 

The seed now quietly sleeping. 

Ah ! praiso His name ! 

Day of praise ! for thee, thou wondrous 

day, 
In my quiet grave I stay ; 
And when I number 
My days and nights of slumber, 
Thou wakest me ! 

Then, as they who dream, we shall ariss 

With Jesus to the skies, 

And find that morrow, 
The weary pilgrim's sorrow 

All past and gone ! 



LAND OP LUTHER. Ill 

Then, with the Holiest I tread, 
By my Kedeemer led, 

Through Heaven soaring, 
His holy name adoring 
Eternally ! 

Klopstock. 



HERE AND THERE. 



" Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have ent«rod Into 
the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for thou 
that love him."— 1 Cok. 2 : 9. 



" Was kein Auge hat gesehen." 

What no human eye hath seen, 
What no mortal ear hath heard, 

What on thought hath never been 
In its noblest flights conferred — 

This hath G-od prepared in store 

For His people evermore ! 

"When the shaded pilgrim-land 
Fades before my closing eye, 

Then reveal'd on either hand 
Heaven's own scenery shall lie 

Then the veil of flesh shall fall, 

Now concealing, darkening alL 



112 HYMNS FROM THE 

Heavenly landscapes, calmly bright, 
Life's pure river murmuring low, 

Forms of loveliness and light, 
Lost to earth long time ago ; 

Yes, mine own, lamented long, 

Shine amid the angel throng 1 

Many a joyful sight was given, 
Many a lovely vision here — 

Hill, and vale, and starry even, 
Friendship's smile, Affection's tear ; 

These were shadows, sent in love, 

Of realities above ! 

When upon my wearied ear 
Earth's last echoes faintly die, 

Then shall angel-harps draw near — 
All the chorus of the sky ; 

Long-hushed voices blend again, 

Sweetly, in that welcome-strain. 

Here were sweet and varied tones, 
Bird, and breeze, and fountain's fall, 

Yet creation's travail-groans 
Ever sadly sigh'd through all. 

There no discord jars the air — 

Harmony is perfect there 1 

When this aching heart shall rest, 
All its busy pulses o'er, 



LAKD OF LUTHER. 113 

From her mortal robes undrest 
Shall my spirit upward soar. 
Then shall unimagined joy 
All my thoughts and powers employ. 

Here devotion's healing balm 

Often came to soothe my breast— 

Hours of deep and holy calm, 
Earnests of eternal rest. 

But the bliss was here unknown, 

Which shall there be all my own ! 

Jesus reigns, the Life, the Sun 
Of that wondrous world above ; 

All the clouds and storms are gone?, 
All is light, and all is love. 

All the shadows melt away 

In the blazo or perfect day ! Lajjoe. 



114 HYMNS FROM THE 



JOY IN BELIEVING. 

"If any man be in Christ, he is a new creature." «• 
1 Cor. 5 : 17. 

" Ich glaube, Hallelujah !" 

Hallelujah ! I believe ! 

Now the giddy world stands fast, 
Now my soul has found an anchor 

Till the night of storm is past. 
All the gloomy mists are rising, 

And a clue is in my hand, 
Through earth's labyrinth to guide me 

To a bright and heavenly land. 

Hallelujah ! I believe ! 

Sorrow's bitterness is o'er, 
And affliction's heavy burden 

"Weighs my spirit down no more. 
On the cross the mystic writing 

Now revealed before me lies, 
And I read the words of comfort, 
u As a father, I chastise." 

Hallelujah ! I believe ! 

Now no longer on my soul 

All the debt of sin is lying- 
One great Friend has paid the whole I 



LAND OF LUTHER. 115 

Ice-bound fields of legal labor 
I have left, with all their toil ; 

"While the fruits of love are growing 
From a new and genial soil. 

Hallelujah ! I believe ! 

Now life's mystery is gone, 
Gladly through its fleeting shadows, 

To the end I journey on. 
Through the tempest or the sunshine, 

Over flowers or ruins led, 
Still the path is homeward hasting, 

Where all sorrow shall have fled, 

Hallelujah ! I believe ! 

Now, Love ! I know thy power, 
Thine no false or fragile fetters, 

Not the rose-wreaths of an hour ! 
Christian bonds of holy union, 

Death itself does not destroy ; 
Yes, to live, and love forever, 

Is our heritage of joy ! 

M5 WES. 



116 HYMNS FROM THE 



LOWLY, 



" Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kiugdoq 
cf heaven." — Matt. 5 : 3. 



"Hinab geht Christi Weg." 

Christ's path was sad and lowly, 

But yet thou, in thy pride, 
Wouldst climb the highest summit, 

And on the hight abide ! 
Wouldst thou to heaven arise ? 

Thy Lord the way will show thee ; 
For who would climb these skies, 

Must first with Him be lowly. 

Lowly, my soul, be lowly — 

Follow the paths of old : 
The feather riseth lightly, 

But never so the gold ! 
The stream, descending fast, 

Has gathered, quietly, slowly— 
A river rolls at last — 

Therefore, my soul, be lowly. 

Lowly, my ey*?s, be lowly : 
God, from His throne above, 

Looks down upon the humble, 
Iu kindness and in love. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 117 

Still, as 1 rise, I shall 

Have greater depths below me, 
And haughty looks must fall — 

Therefore, mine eyes, be lowly. 

Lowly, my hands, be lowly : 

Christ's poor around us dwell, 
Stoop down, and kindly cherish 

The flock He loves so well. 
Not toiling to secure 

This world's fame and glory — 
Thy Saviour blessed the poor, 

Therefore, my hands, be lowly, 

Lowly, my heart, be lowly : 

So God shall dwell with thee ; 
It is the meek and patient 

Who shall exalted be. 
Deep in the valley rest 

The Spirit's gifts most holy, 
And they who seek are blest — 

Therefore, my heart, be lowly 

Lowly, I would be lowly ! 

This frame, to earth allied, 
Must first to dust be humbled 

Ere it be glorified ! 
My God, prepare me here 

For all that lies before me ; 
I would in heaven appear, 

And so I would be lowly. 

IXGOLSTELLER. 



118 HYMNS FROM THE 



THE CHRISTIA-N" CROSS. 



"Then said Jesu3 unto his disciples. If any man will conifl 
after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and 
•ollow me."— Matt. 16 : 24. 



" Der Christen Schmuck und Ordensband." 

The Christian's badge of honor here, 

Has ever been the cross ; 
And when its hidden joys appear, 

He counts it gain, not loss. 

He bears it meekly, as is best, 
While struggling here with sin ; 

He wears it not upon his breast, 
Ah ! no, it is within. 

And if it bring him pain or shame, 

He takes it joyfully, 
For well he knows from whom it came 

And what its end shall be. 

Only a little while 'tis borne, 
And as a a pledge is given. 

Of robes of triumph, to be worn 
For evermore in heaven. 

Spitta. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 119 



SONG OF THE SOJOURNER. 



"I am a stranger with thee and a sojourner, as all my 
ftrthers were."— Pbalm 39 : 12. 



" Ich bin ein Gast auf Erden." 

A pilgrim and a stranger, 

I journey here below ; 
Far distant is my country, 

The home to which I go. 
Here I must toil and travel, 

Oft weary and opprest, 
But there my God shall lead me 

To everlasting rest. 

I've met with storms and danger, 

Even from my early years, 
With enemies and conflicts, 

With fightings and with fears. 
There's nothing here that tempts me 

To wish a longer stay, 
So I must hasten forwards, 

No halting or delay. 

It is a well-worn pathway — 

Many have gone before : 
The holy saints and prophets, 

The patriarchs of yore. 



120 HYMNS FROM THE 

They trod the toilsome journey 
In patience and in faith ; 

And them I fain would follow, 
Like them in life and death ! 

Who would share Abraham's blessing, 

Must Abraham's path pursue, 
A stranger and a pilgrim, 

Like him, must journey through. 
The foes must be encountered, 

The dangers must be passed ; 
Only a faithful soldier 

Receives the crown at last. 

So I must hasten forwards — 

Thank God, the end will come I 
This land of my sojourning 

Is not my destined home. 
That ever more abideth, 

Jerusalem above, , 
The everlasting city, 

The land of light and love. 

There still my thoughts are dwelling, 

'Tis there I long to be ! 
Come, Lord, and call Thy servant 

To blessedness with Thee ! 
Come, bid my toils be ended, 

Let all my wanderings cease ; 
Call from the wayside lodging,. 

To the sweet home of peace ! 



LAND OF LUTHER. 121 

There I shall dwell forever, 

Xo more a stranger guest, 
With all Thy blood-bought children 

In everlasting rest. 
The pilgrim toils forgotten, 

The pilgrim conflicts o'er, 
All earthly griefs behind us, 

Eternal joys before ! 

Paul Gerhardt. 



THE CHRISTIAN HOUSEHOLD 



"And they constrained Him, saying, Abide with us."- 
Ldii 24 : 29. 



" selig Hau3, wo man dich aufgenommen." 

happy house ! where Thou art loved tht 
best, 
Dear Friend and Saviour of our race, 
Where never comes such welcomed hon- 
ored Guest, 
Where none can ever fill Thy place ; 
Where every heart goes forth to meet 
Thee, 
WTiere every ear attends Thy word, 
Where every lip with blessing greets Thee, 
Where all are waiting on their Lord. 



122 HYMNS FROM THE 

happy house ! where two are one in 
heart, 

In faith and hope are one, 
Whom death can only for a little part, 

Not end the union here begun ; 
Who share together one salvation, 

Who would be with Thee, Lord, always, 
?n gladness or in tribulation, 

In happy or in evil days. 

happy house ! whose little ones are given 

Early to Thee, in faith and prayer — 
To Thee, their Friend, who from the hights 
of heaven 

Guards them with more than mother's 
care. 
O kappy house ! where little voices 

Their glad hosannas love to raise, 
And childhood's lisping tongue rejoices 

To bring new songs of love and praise. 

happy house ! and happy servitude ! 

Where all alike one Master own ; 
Where daily duty, in Thy strength pursued, 

Is never hard nor toilsome known ; 
Where each one serves Thee, meek and 
lowly, 

Whatever Thine appointment be, 
Till common tasks seem great and holy, 

When they are done as unto Thee. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 123 

happy house ! where Thou art not forgot 

When joy is flowing full and free ; 
happy house ! where every wound is 
brought, 
Physician, Comforter, to Thee. 
Until at last, earth's day's-work ended, 

All meet Thee in that home above, 
From whence Thou earnest, where Thou 
hast ascended, 
Thy heaven of glory and of love ! 

Spitta. 



THE TWO JOURNEYS. 

" Tnm shall ye return, and discern between the righteous 
and the wicked ; between him that serveth God, and him 
that serveth him not." — Mal. 3 : 18. 

" Wonis, wohm?" 

" Whither, oh ! whither ?" " With blind- 
folded eyes, 
Down a wild torrent under stormy skies, 
A gulf between two dark eternities, 

Drifting, we know not where !" 

" Whither oh ! whither ?" " To a land of 
light, 
A home of loveliness serene and bright, 
Joyfully hastening with steady flight, 
Our hearts before us there 1" 



124 HYMNS FROM THE 

" Whither, oh ! whither ?" " Life's short 
pleasures past, 
Hope's funeral knell the sound on every 

blast, 
Heaven's entrance closed, to ruin hurried 
fast, 
A leaf before the wind I" 

u Whither, oh ! whither?" " Pilgrims near 
their home, 
No longer in a foreign land to roam ; 
Bright and beloved ones waiting til] we 
come, 
All sorrow left behind !" 



"Whither, oh! whither?" "Who the 
path can say 
To where some star will lend a cheering 

ray? 
Or through earth's labyrinth direct our 
way, 

So wildly sought in vain !" 

"Whither, oh! whither?" "Christ the 
risen One, 
Through life and death, hath now to 

glory gone, 
He sends Ilis messengers to lead us on — 
The way is broad and plain !" 



LAND OF LUTHER. 125 

44 Whither, oh ! whither?'' " Terrible reply 
From yon white throne of judgment in 
the sky : 
* Depart, accursed ! from my presence fly 
Forever' — awful word !" 

li Whither, oh ! whither ?" Washed from 
earthly stain, 
No more to wander or to fall again ; 
Forever with the Father to remain, 
Forever with the Lord I" 

Mowes. 



A LITTLE WHILE. 



"A little while, and ye shall not see me: and again a 
little while, and ye shall see me ; because I go to the Father." 
—Jobs 16 : 16. 



■ Tiber «ein kleines !" so sprach Er in naechtlicher Stunde, 

44 A little while I" — so spake our gracious 
Lord 
To the sad band around that sacred 
board, 

While His long-burdened heart 
Already felt the smart 



126 HYMNS FROM THE 

'Tis for thee also, weeping, weary one ! 
Are not all things around thee hasten- 
ing on ? 

Thy Father's hand ordains 
All these, thy griefs and pains — 
" A little while !" — they, too, are past and 
gone. 

Have all the lights of love quite died 

away? 
Has thy last star withdrawn its cheering 
ray? 

Till the long night wears past, 
Weeping and prayer must last ; 
But joy approaches with the dawning 
day. 

Do friends misunderstand, or mock thy 

pain? 
Hast thou too fondly trusted, loved in 
vain? 

The Faithful One and True 
Can blighted hopes renew, 
And hearts long severed reunite again. 

"A little while !" — the fetters clasp no more, 

The spirit, long enthralled, is free to soar, 

And takes its joyful flight, 

On radiant wings of light, 

To the blest mansions of the heavenly 

shore. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 12*7 

There end the longings of the weary 

breast, 
The good sought after here is there 
possest ; 

Ride o'er the stormy sea, 
Poor bark ! soon shalt thou be 
In the calm haven of eternal rest. 

"A little while!" look forward and hope 
on! 
Soon shall the troubled dreams of night 
be gone. 

The shadows pass away 
Before the abiding day, 
The Saviour comes, to claim and bless 
His own ! Meta Hauser. 



SHADOW AND SUBSTANCE. 

" But the word of the Lord endureth forever. And thia 
is the word which by the Gospel is preached unto you."— 
I Pet. 1 : 25. 

" Dab Leben ist gleich einem Traum." 

This life is like a flying dream, 
Or like the vapor from the stream, 
Or like the grass that grows to-day, 

But fades away, 
When winds across it roughly play. 



128 HYMNS FROM THE 

Only Thyself, my God, art now 

Just as Thou wert — my Kefuge Thou — • 

Though rock and mountain be destroyed, 

There is no void, 
With Thy loved presence still enjoyed. 

Thus sojourning in this low scene, 
Upon my Saviour I would lean, 
And learn as moments quickly fly, 

Self to deny, 
Dead to the world, before I die. 



Vain joys, away ! yea, spread your wings 
For I have tasted better things. 
I seek a portion all divine, 

Ever to shine ; 
Lord Jesus make me wholly Thine. 
Joachim Neande*. 



LAND OP LUTHER. 129 

THE MISSIONARY ON THE SEA 
SHORE. 

" Ahd a vision appeared to Paul in the night : There stood 
a man of Macedonia, and prayed him, saying, Come over into 
Macedonia, and help us." — Acts 16 : 9. 

" Wib echaumt so feierlich zu unsern Fuessen." 

Dark mighty Ocean, rolling to our feet ! 
In thy low murmur many voices meet, 
The sound of distant lands brought strange- 
ly near 

To Fancy's ear. 

From shores unknown comes the sweet 

Sabbath bell, 
New languages the old glad tidings tell, 
We hear the hymn of praise — the martyr's 

song — 

All borne along. 

And starting at the summons, we obey, 
And o'er thy waves prepare to find our way, 
Leaving the ties of country and of home, 
Ocean, we come ! 

Our chariot thou, to bear us to the lands 
Where fields of promise wait our willing 

hands ; 
Thou and ourselves are servants, to fulfill 
Our Master's will ! 



130 HYMNS FROM THE 

And whether in thy depths we find a grave, 
Or with our heart's-blood dye the distant 

wave, 
Or with glad hopes, upon thy billows borne, 
Homewards return ; 

Whether to death or life our course leads 

on — 
The Master knows — His holy will be done ! 
To life eternal, when all storms are past, 
We come at last ! 

F. DE LA MOTTE FOUQUE. 



SABBATH MORNING HYMN". 



'* This is the day which the Lord hath made ; we will r 
Joice and be glad in it." — Psalm 118 : 24. 



"Hallelujah! SchoenerMorgen!" 

Hallelujah ! Fairest morning, 
Fairer than my words can say, 

Down I lay the heavy burden 
Of life's toil and care to-day ; 

While this morn of joy and love 

Brings fresh vigor from above. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 131 

Sunday, full of holy glory ! 

Sweetest rest-day of the soul, 
Light upon a darkened world 

From thy blessed moments roll 
Holy, happy heavenly day, 
Thou canst charm my grief away ! 

Xow I taste my Father's goodness, 
Falling like the morning dew, 

While of pastures even fairer 
I would take a distant view ; 

Where my Shepherd's flock I see, 

Where my dwelling soon shall be ! 

Oh ! be silent, earthly turmoil, 
I have work more sweet and blest, 

And each thought would gather home- 
ward 
On this happy day of rest. 

Thus with clearer faith to see 

All my Lord has done for me. 

In the gladness of His worship, 

I will seek my joy to-day : 
It is then I learn the fullness 

Of the grace for which I pray ; 
When the word of life is given 
Like the Saviour's voice from heaven. 



132 HYMNS FROM THE 

Let the day's sweet hours be ended 
Prayerfully, as they began ; 

And Thy blessing, Lord, be granted, 
Till earth's days and weeks are done ; 

That at last Thy servant may 

Keep eternal Sabbath day. 

Schmolk, 



CHARITY. 

" And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I 

Gy unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the 
ast of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." — 
Matt. 25 : 40. 

" Christ ! wenn die Armen manchesmal." 

Ah Christian ! if the needy poor 
Have e'er unheeded been, 

Beware lest at thy closed door 
The Saviour stood unseen. 

Let heart and house'be open thrown, 
Thy gifts with others share ; 

Let holy charity be shown 
To all who need thy care. 

Then, while thy glance abroad is oast. 

The Lord is by thy side ; 
For through the open door He passed, 

Because it was so wide. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 133 

And ere thy beating heart can gues3 
Who entered by the door, 

His gracious hands are raised to bless 
Thy basket and thy store ; 

To bless thee all time's little day, 

"With His almighty love : 
To bless the long eternity 

That waits for thee above — 

Where soon the pearly gate3 ? which 
stand, 
To all He'll open throw, 
Who, for His sake, with willing hand, 
Did minister below. 

Hey. 



WE TOO AEE THIXE. 

'Ta« Lord reigneth ; let the earth rejoice."— Pa alm 97 : 1. 
" Hxbb, unser Gott, mit Ehrfurcht dienen." 

Lord our God, in reverence lowly, 
The host3 of heaven call Thee " holy." 
From cherubim and seraphim, 
From angel phalanx, far extending, 
In fuller tones is still ascending 
The "holy, holy," of their hymn. 



184 HYMNS FROM THE 

The fount of joy Thou art, 
Ever filling every heart, 
Ever ! ever ! 
We too are Thine, and with them sing, 
" Thou, Lord, and only Thou art King." 

Lord, there are bending now before Thee 
The elders, with their crowned glory, 
The first-born of the blessed band. 
There, too, earth's ransomed and for- 
given 
Brought by the Saviour safe to heaven, 
In glad unnumbered myriads stand. 
Loud are the songs of praise 
Their mingled voices raise, 
Ever ! ever ! 
We too are Thine, and with them sing, 
<( Thou, Lord, and only Thou art King." 

They sing in sweet, and sinless numbers, 
The wondrous love that never slumbers, 
And of the wisdom, power, and might, 
The truth and faithfulness abiding, 
And over all Thy works presiding. 
But they can scarcely praise aright ; 
For all is never sung, 
Even by seraph's tongue, 
Never ! never ! 
We too are Thine, and with them sing, 
" Thou, Lord, and only Thou art King." 



LAND OF LUTHER. 135 

Oh ! come, reveal Thyself more fully, 
That we may learn to praise more truly ; 
Make every heart a temple true, 
Filled with Thy glory overflowing, 
More of Thy love each morning showing, 
And waking praises loud and new — 
Here let Thy peace divine 
Over Thy children shine, 
Ever! ever! 
And glad or sad, we joining sing, 
14 Thou, Lord, and only Thou art King." 
G. Tersteegen. 



SUBMISSION. 

" It is the Lord ; let him do what seemeth him gcocL"— 
Sam. 3 : 18. 

" Dv sollst," so sprach der Herr, " du sollst ermatten." 

Thus said the Lord : <f Thy days of 
health are over !" 

And, like the mist, my vigor fled away ; 

Till but a feeble shadow was remaining, 

A fragile form, fast hasting to decay. 

The May of life, with all its blooming 
flowers — 

The joys of life, in colors bright arrayed— 

The hopes of life, in all their airy pro- 
mise — 



136 HYMNS FROM THE 

I saw them in the distance slowly fade : 
Then sighs of sorrow in my soul 

would rise, 
Then silent tears would overflow my 
eyes! 
But a warm sunbeam, from a higher 

sphere, 
Stole through the gloom, and dried up 

every tear. 
Is this Thy will, good Lord "? — the strife 
is o'er, 
Thy servant weeps no more. 

"Thy cherished flock thou mayest feed 

no longer !" — 
Thus said the Lord, who gave them to 

my hand ; 
Nor even was my sinking heart permitted 
To ask the reason of the stern command. 
The Shepherd's rod had been so gladly 

carried, 
The flock had followed long, and loved 

it well : 
Alas ! the hour was dark, the stroke was 

heavy, 
When sudden from my nerveless grasp 

it fell. 
Then sighs of sorrow in my soul would 

rise, 
Then rushing tears would overflow 



my eyes 



LAND OF LUTHER. 137 

But I beheld Thee, my Lord and God ! 

Beneath the Cross, lay down the Shep- 
herd's rod ; 

Is this Thy will, good Lord ? — the strife 
is o'er, 
Thy servant weeps no more. 

"Never again thou mayest feed my people !" 
Thus said the Lord, with countenance 

severe ; 
And bade me lay aside, at once, forever, 
The robes of office, honored long and 

dear. 
The sacred mantle from my shoulders 

falling, 
The sacred girdle loosening at His word, 
I could but think and say, while sadly 

gazing, 
I have been once a pastor of the Lord ! 
Then groans of anguish in my soul 

would rise, 
Then burning tears would overflow 

my eyes ! 
But His own garment once was torn 

away, 
To the rude soldiery a spoil and prey ; 
Is this Thy will, good Lord ? — the strife 

is o'er, 
Thy servant weeps no more. 



138 HYMNS FROM THE 

"From the calm port of safety rudely 

severed, 
Through stormy waves thy shattered 

bark must go, 
And dimly see, amid the darkness 

sinking, 
Nothing but heaven above, and depths 

below !" 
Thus said the Lord — and through a 

raging ocean 
Of doubts and fears my spirit toiled in 

vain. 
Ah ! many a dove went forth, of hope 

inquiring. 
But none with olive leaf returned again ! 
Then groans of anguish in my soul 

would rise, 
Then tears of bitterness o'erflowed 

my eyes ! 
But through the gloom the promised 

light was given, 
From the dark waves I could look up to 

heaven : 
Is this Thy will, good Lord ? — the strife 

is o'er, 
Thy servant weeps no more. 

" Thou shalt find kindred hearts, in love 
united, 
And with them in the wilderness rejoice. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 139 

Yet stand prepared, each gentle tie un- 
twining, 
To separate, at my commanding voice." 
Thus said the Lord — He gave, as He 

had promised — 
How many a loving heart has met my 

own ! 
But, ever must the tender bonds be 

broken, 
And each go forwards, distant and alone ! 
Then sighs of sorrow in my soul would 

rise, 
Then tears of anguish overflowed my 

eyes ! — 
But Thou hast known the bitter parting 

day, 
From the beloved John hast turned 

away — 
Is this Thy will, good Lord ? — the strife 

is o'er, 
Thy servant weeps no more. 

Mowes. 

These stanzas were written by the devoted pastor, Hein- 
rich Moewes, in 1832, when obliged by illness to resign th% 
ministerial office. 



140 HYMNS FROM THE 

A. PASTOR'S PARTING WORDS. 

"To me to live is Christ, and to die is gain." — Phil. 1 :41. 
"Mekit Ihr's, Freunde 1 Mein Auge wird muede.** 

Hear me, my friends! the hour has 

come, 
Soon I must leave you, and hasten home ; 
Then, ere our Father shall call me to 

rest, 
Hear my last wishes, my last request. 

When my last moments on earth draw 

near, 
When my own voice you no longer hear, 
Then gather round me, and sing the song 
We have sung together and loved so 

long. 

Sing of His love, who has died to save, 
Him who has entered and spoiled the 

grave ; 
Sing with glad accents and grateful heart, 
Sing till my spirit in peace depart. 

Fold my cold hands on my quiet breast, 
Close my tired eyelids in gentle rest, 
One farewell kiss of affection take — ■ 
Leave me to slumber till Christ shall 
awake. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 141 

To our last dwelling-place bear me along 
With sweetest music of chimes and song ; 
There let the evergreen branches wave, 
And bright flowers blossom around my 
grave. 

Though a long darkness has veiled my 

eyes, 
Still let them look to the eastern skies ; 
There, where the Morning Star rose 

bright, 
Jesus, the Sun of our darkest night. 

Carve but these words on the simple 

stone, 
M Living and dying, of Jesus alone 
Ever he spoke to the Church beneath ; 
Sweet to him, therefore, was life and 

death." 

"When ye revisit the peaceful spot, 
Come with soft tears and with tender 

thought ; 
Look up to heaven in hope and prayer — 
Jesus again will unite us there 1 

Mowes. 



142 HYMNS FROM THE 



BE THOU MY FRIEND. 



" Henceforth, 1 call you not servants, but I have called 
you friends." — John 15 : 15. 



"Set du mem Freund, und schau in meine Brust.' 

Be Thou my Friend, and look upon my 
heart, 
Lord Jesus, Son of man ! 
Each seed of good or ill that there has part 
Do Thou in mercy scan. 
The burning springs there lurking, 

Lord ! Thou canst control, 
And each wild passion, working 
Within my sinful soul. 

In mortal weakness, once was veiled Thy 
might, 
Light of Eternal Day ! 
Before Thee lay temptation's dreary fight, 
f And yet, Thou wentst that way ! 

And Thou couldst weep with sorrow, 

Or share our bridal mirth, 
And yet no tarnish borrow 
From this polluted earth. 

Beneath Thy feet the realms of earth were 
spread, 
All bathed in golden gloss ; 



LAND OF LUTHER. 143 

One word had laid their crowns upon Thy 
head, 
Yet, Thou couldst choose the cross ! 
And from Thy throne descending, 
Couldst take the pilgrim's path, 
And with Thy hosts attending, 
Couldst die a murderer's death ! 

How the world hated Thee, and vengeance 
hurled 
Against Thee, great Unknown ! 
How Thou didst love this poor and blinded 
world, 
And bought her for Thine own ! 
Her arrows pierced through Thee, 

From cruel, willing hands ; 
Yet Thou wouldst draw her to Thee 
With loving, gentle bands. 

Thou hast returned, all pure and holy, 
home, 
My Brother, and my Lord ! 
And when with trembling to Thy throne I 
come, 
My Refuge is Thy word. 
There, by Thine arm fast holding, 

And hidden, by Thy grace, 

Within Thy robes deep folding, 

Let me behold God's face. 



144 HYMNS FROM THE 

Yes ! be my Friend, and look upon my heart, 

On all that's hidden there ; 
The deeper guilt that stings me with its dart, 
The unknown sins I bear, 
The passions that distress me, 

Let Thy pure presence slay ; 
The sorrows that oppress me 
Before Thee flee away. 

Oh ! shine upon me with Thy holy light, 

When gathering gloom I see, 
And leave me not in tribulation's night, 
But send sweet peace to me ! 
The chains of sin dissever, 

Blind fancy's wildest play ; 
Then, then, my Lord, forever 

Take grief and sin away ! Lange. 



AS THOU WILT. 

" Tbb will of the Lord be done."— Acts 21 : 14. 
" Wis Gott will ! also will ich sagen." 

As Thou wilt, my God ! I ever say ; 

"What Thou wilt is ever best for me ; 
What have I to do with earthly care, 

Since to-morrow I may leave with Thee f 
Lord, Thou knowest, I am not my own, 
All my hope and help depend on Thee alone. 



LAND OP LUTHER. 143 

As Thou wilt ! still I can believe ; 

Never did the word of promise fail. 
Faith can hold it fast, and feel it sure, 
Though temptations cloud and fears 
assail. 
Why art thou disquieted, my soul ? 
When thy Father knows, and rules th« 
whole. 

As Thou wilt ! still I can endure ; 

Patiently my daily cross can bear ; 
Why should I complain, a pardoned child, 

If the children's portion here I share ? 
As Thou wilt, my Father and my God ! 
I can drink the cup, and kiss the rod. 

As Thou wilt ! still I can hope on. 

Sunshine may return when storms havf 
past ; 
Thine All-seeing Eye of sleepless love 

Watches o'er my path from first to last 
When Thou wilt, upon the desert plain 
Springs may rise anew, and rivers flow 
again. 

As Thou wilt ! all life's journey through, 

To Thy will my own I would resign ; 
If on earth I have but little store, 

Be it so ! all heaven shall be mine ; 
Or if but Thyself, my God, art given, 
Nothing more I need, or ask in earth or 
heaven. 
10 



146 HYMNS FROM THE 

As Thou wilt ! when Thine hour has come, 
Let Thy servant, Lord, in peace depart ; 

Good it is to love and serve Thee here, 
Better to be with Thee where Thou art. 

When, or where, or how the call may be, 

It will not come too early or too late for me. 

As Thou wilt, Lord ! I ask no more. 

With the promise, Faith pursues her way ; 
Patience can endure through sorrow's night, 
Hope can look beyond to heaven's own 
day, 
Lovo can wait, and trust, and labor still ; 
Life and death shall be, according to Thy 
will ! Neumeister. 



SABBATH HYMN. 

. WAS in the Spirit on the Lord's day."— Ret. 1 : 10, 
■ Zbige Dich uns ohne Huelle." 

Lord, remove the veil away, 
Let us see Thyself to-day ! 
Thou who earnest from on high, 
For our sins to bleed and die, 
Help us now to cast aside 
All that would our hearts divide, 
With the Father and the Son 
Let Thy living Church be one. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 147 

Oh ! from earthly cares set free, 
Let us find our rest in Thee ! 
May our cares and conflicts cease 
In the calm of Sabbath peace, 
That Thy people, here below, 
Something of the bliss may know, 
Something of the rest and love 
In the Sabbath-home above. 

From beyond the grave's dark night 
What mild radiance meets my sight f 
Softly stealing on the ear, 
What strange music do I hear ! 
'Tis the golden crowns on high, 
'Tis the chorus of the sky ! 
Lord, Thy sinful child prepare 
For a place and portion there. 

Give my soul the spotless dress 
Of Thy perfect righteousness ; 
Then at length, a welcome guest, 
I shall enter to the feast, 
Take the harp and raise the song, 
All Thy ransomed ones among ; 
Earthly cares and sorrows o'er, 
Joys to last for evermore ! 

Klopstock 



148 HYMNS FROM THE 



WHAT PLEASES GOD. 

** Whatsoever the Lord pleipf d, that did ho in hearer, *■• 
In earth, in the seas, and all deep places." — Psalm 135: 6. 

" Was Gott gefaellt, mein fi ommes Kind." 

What God decrees, child of His love, 
Take patiently, though it may prove 
The storm that wrecks thy treasure here, 
Be comforted ! thou needst not fear 
What pleases God. 

The wisest will is God's own will ; 
Rest on this anchor, and be still ; 
For peace around thy path shall flow, 
When only wishing here below 
What pleases God. 

The truest heart is God's own heart, 
Which bids thy grief and fear depart ; 
Protecting, guiding, day and night, 
The soul that welcomes here aright 
What pleases God. 

Oh ! could I sing, as I desire, 
My grateful voice should never tire, 
To tell the wondrous love and power, 
Thus working out, from hour to hour, 
What pleases God. 



LAND OP LUTHER. 149 

The King of kings, He rules on earth, 
He sends us sorrow here, or mirth, 
He bears the ocean in His hand ; 
And thus we meet, on sea or land, 
What pleases God. 

His Church on earth He dearly loves, 
Although He oft its sin reproves ; 
The rod itself, His love can speak, 
He smites till we return to seek 
What pleases God. 

Then let the crowd around thee seize 
The joys that for a season please, 
But willingly their paths forsake, 
And for thy blessed portion take 
What pleases God. 

Art thou despised by all around ? 
Do tribulations here abound? 
Jesus will give the victory, 
Because His eye can see in thee 
What pleases God. 

Thy heritage is safe in heaven : 

There, shall the crown of joy be given ; 

There, shalt thou hear, and see, and 

know, 
As thou couldst never here below, 

What pleases God. 

Gerhardt. 



150 HYMNS FROM THE 



AT LAST. 



u For surely there is an end ; and thine expectation •haH 
«ot he cut off."— Phot. 23 : 18. 



"Zuletzt geht's wohl." 

At last all shall be well with those, His 
own, 
Whom Christ from sin and Satan has 

made free ; 
At last shall come the year of jubilee, 
The time of rest, when all their fears 
are flown. 

At last shall come the glory and reward, 
When we have stood the world's re- 
proach and loss, 
When faith and love have meekly 
borne the cross, 
And the good servants are made like 
their Lord. 

At last the soldier shall receive his 
crown, 
Brought from the field, home to his 

fatherland ; 
Forever in a peaceful lot to stand, 
His foes all vanquished, and his arms 
laid down. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 151 

At last the water shall be turned to wine, 
And all the marriage guests, in bliss 

above, 
The wonders trace of God's redeeming 
love, 
Hi3 counsels all fulfilled, and plan3 di- 
vine. 

At last, not yet, into the heavenly rest 
The Lord shall lead His saints, and 

give them there, 
Made like the angels, angel joys to 
share, 
Ever with Him and with each other 
blest. 

At last, not yet; — weary heart, be 
still! 
Trust to thy God, thy Saviour, and 

thy Friend, 
Who chastens now, but loves unto 
the end. 
So be it, Lord ! good is Thy holy will. 
C. A. Berxsteip. 



152 HYMNS FROM THE 



THE GEAVEYAKD. 



"\VgEP ye not for the dead, neither bemoan biuv." -J« 
83: 10. 

" Ich weiss ein stilles, liebes Land." 



I know a sweet and silent spot, 

And gladly there I stay, 
Though many near me heed it not, 

Or wish it far away. 

'Tis but a narrow strip of land, 

Hedged in, and decked with flowers ; 

Yet all round it tokens stand, 
Of other world than ours. 

These little mounds men scarcely see, 
Nor dream of gold concealed ; 

But they are precious mines to me, 
Where treasures vast are sealed. 

Here, as beside some boundary-stone, 

The child of troubled time 
Looks upward, where his friends are 
gone, 

And seeks their brighter clime. 



LAND OF LUTHER. 153 

Here, I have gathered strength and light 

For all my future way ; 
Here, faith is nearly turned to sight, 

And night almost to day. 

And not afar, I see the day 
Which daily draws more near, 

When passing friends shall pause, and 
say, 
"Our brother's grave is here!" 

But I'll have journeyed, glad and free, 

Far from this silent spot, 
While leaving to its sanctuary 

What other's hands have brought ; 

And in my Father's happy land 
Have met my own once more, 

Where we shall scarcely understand 
Why we have wept before. 

Lakgi. 



164 HYMNS FROM THE 



FUaTEKAIi HYMN. 

" Tbew shall the dust return to the earth as it was ; ar 
the spirit shall return to God who gave it." — Eoolbs. 12 : 

" Lebwohl ! die Erde wartet dein." 

Beloved and honored, fare thee well I 
Go in thy last long home to dwell ; 
Softly our loving hands prepare 
Thy narrow bed — sleep softly there ! 

Love looks below, with weeping eyes, 
Where her long-cherished treasure lie8. 
Our sweet companionship is o'er, 
Our pilgrim friend returns no more ! 

Earth takes her own — this mortal frame; 
Eternity her part shall claim ; 
And so we say, in humble trust, 
The soul to God — the dust to dust. 

Then, looking up through sorrow's night, 
We trace the spirit's homeward flight ; 
The Prince of Life has marked that road, 
Through the dark valley, home to God. 

Where once the Master lowly lay, 
Let the tired servant rest to-day, 
And in the Father's house above 
Forever share his Master's love. 



LAND 0F LUTHER. 155 

Thanks for thy joy, all danger past! 
Thanks for our own good hope at last ! 
"Weeping endureth for a night, 
Joy cometh with the morning light. 

Lord, will that morning soon appear ? 
May our own summons now be near? 
Shall sorrow soon be past and gone ? 
Thy will be done ! Thy will be done ! 

Only prepare us, all Thy will 
Gladly to suffer, or fulfill ; 
Then call us to Thy heavenly rest, 
"With thee, and with our brother blest 
F. Sachse. 



MINISTERING ANGELS. 



"Uh die Erd' und urn ihr Kinder." 

Round this earth, and round her children, 

Floats a spirit laud unseen ; 
When our earthly course is ended, 

When the veil shall rise between, 
When we cross this mortal threshold, 

When we take our heavenward way, 
Angel brothers shall uphold us — 

Brothers of Eternity. 



156 HYMN» iTR03l lUE 

God's own children, pure and holy t 

You the messengers He sends ; 
'Tis an ever sweet remembrance, 

That you are our guardian friends,-*- 
That you watch our life-long journey, 

That, unseen, you oft are near, 
Holy thoughts and deeds to strengthen, 

Or to dry the mourner's tear. 

Who would not retreat in terror 

From the evil yet undone ; 
Who not turn with shame and mourn- 
ing, 

From the evil course begun ? 
Who would e'er be found forgetful 

Of his calling and his vow, 
If the thought had only risen, 

" Angels are among us now?" 

Rise, my soul, in heart to meet them, 

When this earth would chain thee 
fast; 
Rise among these free-born spirits, 

When her coils are round thee cast. 
Be courageous, 'tis thy journey 

Out of darkness into light ; 
God and angels are around thee, 

Tremble not, but rise and fight. 

Spsru 



LAND OF LUTHER. 15? 



THE MIDNIGHT CRY. 



"A«n> what I say unto you, I say unto all, Watch."— 
Mask 13 : 37. 



" Der Herr bricht ein, u:n Mitternacht." 

The Lord shall come in dead of night, 

When all is stillness round ; 
How happy they whose lamps are bright, 

Who hail the trumpet's sound ! 

How blind and dead the world appears I 
How deep her slumbers are ! 

Still dreaming that the day she fears 
Is distant and afar ! 

Who spends his day in holy toil ? 

His talent used aright, 
That he may haste, with heavenly spoL 

To meet his Lord that night ? 



Are ye arousing from their sleep, 
The saints who dare to rest, 

And calling every one to keep 
A watch more true and blest ? 



158 HYMNS FROM THE 

Wake up, my heart and soul, anew, 
Let sleep no moment claim ; 

But hourly watch, as if ye knew 
This night the Master came. 

The Lord shall come in dead of night, 
When all is stillness round ; 

How happy they whose lamps are bright 
Who hail the trumpet's sound ! 

ZlNZENDORFi 



FOREVER -WITH THE LORD. 

"And so shall we ever be with the Lcrd." -1 Thess. 4 : 17. 
" Wib werden bei dem Herrn seyn allezeit." 

sweet home-echo on the pilgrim's way, 
Thrice welcome message from a land of 
light ! 
As through a clouded sky the moonbeams 
stray, 
So on Eternity's deep shrouded night 
Streams a mild radiance, from that cheer- 
ing word, 
1 So shall we be forever with the Lord." 



LAND OF LUTHER. 159 

At home with Jesus ! He who went before, 
For His own people mansions to prepare ; 
The soul's deep longings stilled, its con- 
flicts o'er, 
All rest and blessedness with Jesua 
there. 
What home like this can the wide earth 
afford ? 
" So shall we be forever with the Lord." 

With Him all gathered! to that blessed 
home, 
Through all its windings, still the path- 
way tends ; 
While ever and anon bright glimpses come 
Of that fair city where the journey ends. 
Where all of bliss is centred in one word, 
" So shall we be forever with the Lord." 

Here, kindred hearts are severed far and 
wide, 

By many a weary mile of land and sea, 
Or life's all-varied cares, and paths divide ; 

But yet a joyful gathering shall be, 
The broken links repaired, the lost restored, 

" So shall we be forever with the Lord." 

And is there ever perfect union here ? 
Ah ! daily sins, lamented and confest, 



160 LAND OF LUTHER. 

They come between us and the friends 

most dear, 

They mar our blessedness and bre^k our 

rest. 

With life we leave the evils long deplored : 

" So shall we be forever with the Lord." 

All prone to error — none set wholly free 
From the old serpent's soul-ensnaring 
chain, 
The truths one child of God can clearly 
see, 
He seeks to make his brother feel in 
vain ; 
But all shall harmonize in heaven's full 
chord, 
a So shall we be forever with the Lord." 

blessed promise ! mercifully given, 
Well may it hush the wail of earthly 
woe; 
O'er the dark passage to the gates of 
heaven 
The light of hope and resurrection 
throw ! 
Thanks for the blessed, life-inspiring word, 
u So shall we be forever with the Lord." 
Meta Hauser. 



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